Let’s fuck this shit up now. (Heady Bullshit #3)
I’m ready to fuck it all up again. I’m ready to be hated, loathed, despised. I want to breathe in putrid sickness to the depths of my core. No more of this fucking dissipating maintaining sense decorum. I’m fucking overflowing with bilious rancour and spite. I’m filled to the brim with mounting rage. More. Harder. Faster. I want to feel the stinging thud on crawling flesh. I need to be reigned in, taught restraint as I’m restrained, otherwise I’m liable to fuck it all up again because I’m ready, I’m so fucking ready. Pretty white fucking blue. Fuck you! Fuck you. There’s no beauty to be found down in me, in me you’ll find everything you’ve ever hated, everything that’s ever made you sick with questioning wonder. I see it in you, I see me in you, I want to see the dirty cheap whore reflected in your eyes. Not as disjointed this time are we? We’re not pulling the wool over anything now because this is pure, unabashed hateful hate spewing forth and hate doesn’t dwell on poetic bullshit, does it? I want to hold the pile of malodorous nonsense in my hands again, cradle it, hold it to my fucking breast like a newborn child and let it drink dry my essence. Take it in, allow it to become part of me. Its rightful place, with its rightful owner. The one chosen to birth, to bear bare the heady aroma of such stinking fucking bullshit.
17 September 2007 at 10:45 pm
Yes! I feel exactly like that!
Only maybe a little less.
18 September 2007 at 9:47 am
So you’re not having a good day then?
18 September 2007 at 10:54 am
“I’m ready to fuck it all up again. I’m ready to be hated, loathed, despised.”
Hello, and welcome to the blogosphere. Emergency exits are located here, here and here. In the event of sudden plummeting towards the ground at high speed, please put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye.
18 September 2007 at 1:48 pm
Z: If you feel even a fifth of what I feel at those moments, I’m so sorry. ;)
Spanish Goth: What is this mysterious ‘good days’ you speak of, dear Goth one?
Unreliable: I must confess that I am always weirdly aroused by that safety demo.
18 September 2007 at 5:00 pm
Blimey. No wonder your boyfriend went on holiday without you. :)
18 September 2007 at 8:04 pm
Bahh.. social norms, who needs em?
18 September 2007 at 9:16 pm
“unabashed hateful hate spewing forth and hate doesn’t dwell on poetic bullshit, does it”
Ahem.
Hello, I’m Unreliable Witness. Of An Unreliable Witness fame. Please visit my site, where I aim to disprove the above theory.
This has been a public information notice.
18 September 2007 at 9:17 pm
Drodbar: Is that what you would do if your girlfriend started voicing those scary feelings? ;)
Camille: Not me, obviously!
And Mr. Witness, please refrain from publicly informing my readers that my theories are half baked. Thank you.
19 September 2007 at 12:57 am
I was about to say I didn’t get the rage, that I never get angry - that I just get maudlin and self-indulgenty, and pouring out any raw hatred I am capable of is just not in my nature.
Then I saw someone had left a comment on one of the questions I’d written for the Sith vs Jedi application on Facebook. It said “colour is spelled wrong… it should be color”.
And I wanted to gut the ignorant little elitist fuck who thinks that everyone in the world speaks Americanese. Not in the same ex-colony as you, luv. Colour, not color. Spelt. Not spelled. Fuckwit.
Petty? Me? No.
I prefer the term ‘schizosensitive’.
19 September 2007 at 5:12 am
Fuck!
19 September 2007 at 1:40 pm
Ben: ‘Schizosensitive’, I like it, yes. I have been known to throw a temper tantrum over a misplaced apostrophe.
Lillipilli: Feels good, doesn’t it?
20 September 2007 at 5:51 pm
As Henry Miller maintained, one must accept dung to have angels.
I like to smear myself in shit once in a while. It cleans out the soul.
20 September 2007 at 9:37 pm
Deborah Arobed: I don’t really love the shit, but it sure seems to love me. ;)
29 April 2008 at 7:51 pm
GOB BLESS YOU!
29 April 2008 at 7:52 pm
I REBUKE U N DA NAME OF JESUS!
29 April 2008 at 8:13 pm
Sorry about that. You know how it is. One of the nuns had a touch too much communion wine.
5 May 2008 at 7:15 pm
You are guys are who fucking funny son thas crazy…fuck those shit …