Friday, September 28, 2007




NO MANNERS NO MATTER

The world we live in is littered with people who have no manners.

Am I supposed to bow down to you when YOU make a mistake?

Am I your servant? Do I clean up your mess?

Are you the one who is responsible for littering and destroying the environment.

I don't want to listen to your excuses. Your ENTIRE life is an excuse.

I don't want you around. Do not CROSS my existence.

Or I will be FORCED to take measures.

This is not a warning but the truth of what WILL happen!

Saturday, September 22, 2007




YOUR REFLECTION MEANS NOTHING!

Do I make you feel uncomfortable when I enter the room? Do I make you feel nervous because I reject all social norms? OR is it because you WANT to be like me but you can't because you have to fit in with the rest of SOCIETY? You disgust me. I want to know that I despise you. Take a long look at yourself in the mirror and tell me WHAT you see!

I see NOTHING!

Saturday, September 15, 2007





AFRAID OF LIFE / SUBHUMAN

You hide behind a facade. Behind your designer shirts and expensive leased car you live life behind an empty shell.

You spite your anger at me because I'm different. You want to be me but you can't because you're worried about what society will think about you.

Judgement is what destroyed people who think like you. You judge others because you lack feeling.

Talking on your cell phone you boast about your non-existant accomplishments to those around you. People who don't know you but you act like you matter to their lives.

I know you because I'm staring at you. No matter how nicely you dress your elbows are dirty. You are still a street merchant grabbing any piece of food you can in desperation.

You lack love so you buy things that will fill your empty life.

I live a life you will never have.

I will destroy you. This makes me happy. I lived a life barring my fists and throwing chairs at the image you project.

Your name is society and one day I will blend into your thoughts. Merging until you have no choice but to collapse.

You have time to flee before it's too late.

Saturday, September 08, 2007



'DON'T LISTEN'

Listen to what you want to hear.

Don't trust 'new' news. Old news is the best.

Predictable. I like it that way. I don't want to try anything new.

People who seek the truth are the enemy.

Only listen to what the masses say.

Don't trust outsiders.

Keep yourself locked up behind a gate. Don't open the doors to those who oppose the status quo.

Don't take away my right to be needy. I need the attention.

I am blissfully unaware of what is happening around the world.

I only care about myself. I don't want to listen to you.

Something's wrong. Please help me.

Will someone listen to me?

I don't want to listen.

Saturday, September 01, 2007




Hard Man

You are a hard man. Touch as nails. Nothing bothers you. You don't flinch when harm comes your way. You attitude is stronger than 10,000 warriors. Your fist can slam it's way through granite. No one can touch you.

But the truth hurts.

You like to make others suffer.

You're weak.

You have limits. You're small inside. You act hard but a gust of hard words will make you collapse to the ground.

Make the other person feel small.

Hard man.

You're jealous. You want everything, yet you intimidate others because you're small inside.

Scowl at the world.

You're disgusting.

Break a metal bat in your hands.

Others are smarter than you.

Swing the bat. Clench your fists.

Make others cry. Animals suffer. All because of you. A hard man.

You're a real man.

Punch them with your fist. A hard man doesn't cry.

Brag.

You're hurting now. Everyone knows who you are.

You are disgusting.

Forced into the corner you can't fight back.

The light is bright as it shines in your eyes. You drown in your own tears.

Everyone you've tormented throughout your miserable life is here to prove what a hard man you are.

But how can you defend yourself against a lifetime of abuse?

Swing your hard fist at the crowd. You hit nothing.

You are knocked against the ground. You're confused.

The first few blows hurt at first. Eventually you feel no pain. You hear nothing. Your vision is blurry.

Your body is detached from your mind.

You feel no pain, but yet you're crying.

Yes, you're a hard man.