Even though I hate politics I find myself angry that Rob Ford wins. FAT FUCKING BASTARD. The rich get richer. The poor get poorer. This is always the case. In
everything. The least talented are the ones that run everything. The safe. The safest. The shit. The old money giving the new blood their old money to succeed and then looking down on the poor bastards who are trying to do it on their own. Rich fuckers who get their wealth from their parents who got their wealth from their parents. It is all fucking bullshit. Now I know and understand why Travis Bickle went crazy. FUCKING SCUM. This guy is just as useless as Dunskie Dame Sarah Palin. EH? You fat fucking retard. It’s all bullshit anyway. What the fuck is the point? It all stays the same. Fucking pathetic humans we are. Wanting to stay boring and pathetic. Sad. Dull. Angry. Lonely. Desperate. Hungry. Fat. Retarded. Safe. Complacent. CHRISTIAN. Phony. Closed. Determined. Sexless. Emotionless. WE ARE A BUNCH OF RETARDED FUCKING PUPPETS. Then we die. Great life. What did you live for? What is your legacy? Did you have fun? Did you go to church? Did you succeed in the game of life or did you let them win? Most people let them win without knowing they’re letting them win. Live your whole life working eight hour days, five days a week. Paying taxes. Playing cards. Watching reality shows. Playing work soccer. Fixing the lawn. Cleaning the garage. Watching soap opera’s. Eating fast food. Going to bed early. Waking up early to do nothing again. Not drinking. Not doing drugs. Not fucking. Not jerking. Putting on aging cream that stops the process of aging? Dyeing your hair. Wearing shit clothes. Why do people from small towns wear weird coloured stretch pants and go to church? Why follow dumb rules by dumb people only to keep the thinkers in line?
When are we going to have protests again? Where are the protesters? Where is the passion? Where is the fire? Reading facebook posts filled with losers telling me about their boring lives. WHO FUCKING CARES??? YOU ARE ALL BORING FUCKING GEEKS!!!!
Even though I hate politics I find myself angry that Rob Ford wins. FAT FUCKING BASTARD. The rich get richer. The poor get poorer. This is always the case. In
everything. The least talented are the ones that run everything. The safe. The safest. The shit. The old money giving the new blood their old money to succeed and then looking down on the poor bastards who are trying to do it on their own. Rich fuckers who get their wealth from their parents who got their wealth from their parents. It is all fucking bullshit. Now I know and understand why Travis Bickle went crazy. FUCKING SCUM. This guy is just as useless as Dunskie Dame Sarah Palin. EH? You fat fucking retard. It’s all bullshit anyway. What the fuck is the point? It all stays the same. Fucking pathetic humans we are. Wanting to stay boring and pathetic. Sad. Dull. Angry. Lonely. Desperate. Hungry. Fat. Retarded. Safe. Complacent. CHRISTIAN. Phony. Closed. Determined. Sexless. Emotionless. WE ARE A BUNCH OF RETARDED FUCKING PUPPETS. Then we die. Great life. What did you live for? What is your legacy? Did you have fun? Did you go to church? Did you succeed in the game of life or did you let them win? Most people let them win without knowing they’re letting them win. Live your whole life working eight hour days, five days a week. Paying taxes. Playing cards. Watching reality shows. Playing work soccer. Fixing the lawn. Cleaning the garage. Watching soap opera’s. Eating fast food. Going to bed early. Waking up early to do nothing again. Not drinking. Not doing drugs. Not fucking. Not jerking. Putting on aging cream that stops the process of aging? Dyeing your hair. Wearing shit clothes. Why do people from small towns wear weird coloured stretch pants and go to church? Why follow dumb rules by dumb people only to keep the thinkers in line?
When are we going to have protests again? Where are the protesters? Where is the passion? Where is the fire? Reading facebook posts filled with losers telling me about their boring lives. WHO FUCKING CARES??? YOU ARE ALL BORING FUCKING GEEKS!!!!
I’m sitting in a sauna with a naked man beside me. WHY? Doesn’t like shorts I guess. NAÏVE. Wants to know what I do for a living. Had sort of that “gay accent”. Claimed he was married. GAY PEOPLE…JUST BE GAY. You don’t need to put on a show. And if you do feel the need to ACT do it on stage. Not on the street. HEY QUEERS-YOU’RE NOT BORN WITH A LISP!!! I told him I was an actor. “Why are there so many more homosexuals in the theatre world?” he asked. “I don’t know…maybe because they are more open and like to express themselves. They don’t seem to worry about what mainstream society thinks of them the way the rest of us idiots do”, I replied. He seemed to get turned on by the bitterness behind my reply. His dick began to grow. He then mentioned that he was a MORMON and how he didn’t have sex until he was married. “WHY THE FUCK DO PEOPLE STOP THEMSELVES FROM ENJOYING THEIR LIVES???” he then responded with a shocking, “I WACKED OFF A LOT!!!” I was appalled at this blond hairless naked man. THAT’S THE WRONG FUCKING WORD…JERKED OFF-JERKED OFF. CORRECT ENGLISH PLEASE. American. Gay perhaps. Yeah, sure. Gay for sure. His dick growing larger by the second. Nice guy but time to go. I need a drink or a drunk. Escape. AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!
I met my buddies for drinks and mindless chatter at some stupid niteclub where pigs think they are princesses or princess’. What happens to broads when they go to a niteclub? It’s like they have put on those special slippers and turned quickly into supermodels. Pigs talking to me like I’m not important to them. “LISTEN BITCH, I JUST WANT TO SQUEEZE B Y YOUR FAT ASS TO GET A DRINK AT THE BAR AND DOWN IT AS FAST AS I CAN JUST SO I CAN LOOK AT YOU!!!” PIG. But see same girl on street the next day face buried in ground. Doesn’t want to look up. TORTURE at the bar. Men allowing women to feel too important. OUR FAULT. AVOID AT ALL COSTS. DANGER. Woke up sideways on bed…again. Lights on. Door open. Pants hanging down at my ankles. Shoes on. WHAT A MESS. At least I didn’t shit myself. Cabby at the ritz, “I shit my pants. I shit my pants. Holy shit. I shit my pants. AAAHHH I FUCKING SHIT MY PANTS. I FUCKING SHIT MY PANTS. FUCK. GODDAMMT. AAAHHHHH I SHIT MY PANTS.”
I vaguely remember driving around in the back of some cab driven by some angry somalian. Can’t blame him. Where was I going? Trying to find LOVE. Always. What it all comes down to. The faggot in the sauna. The fat pig at the bar. ME. HE. ME. SHE. WACKING OFF. JERKING OFF. FUCKING. DRINKING. JOGGING. ACTING. WRITING. ALL SYNONYMOUS FOR LOVE. TIME FLIES-PERCEPTION-TRAFFIC JAM-TIME GOES SLOW-SHAKESPEARE EVEN SLOWER. LOVE GOES QUICKLY. SO DOES LIFE. DEATH. WHY? EVEN MORE IMPORTANTLY WHEN?
notanotherphony. 