Death
23 Apr
image stolen from raymears.com
Maybe I’ll go outside and write in the park. But I’ll run into the neighbors, who’ll want to have their dog out. The dog who murdered Bud. I’ll have to look at the weird rich hippie woman’s face, his weird rich hippie face, their smug dad’s money organic beets lifestyle. Their stupid kid. I’ll have to look at them and then just come back in and sharpen my axe. Picture laying it right through their pit bull’s spine. Its startled look, dragging itself home on its front legs bleeding out.
I want to kill my neighbors’ dog. And their kid, and them, in that order. Continue reading
The Fleas
9 Apr
image stolen from instructables.com
Haven’t slept well. The god damn fleas are killing me. Have to do work to take care if it. Fine. This is an opportunity. Clean the house. Take care of yourself– no. Fuck this, fuck all of this, fuck the Earth. We need more terrorism, more war. More Nazis, more racism, more mass rapes, more child slavery. More school shootings more North Korean nukes. Can something fucking good happen today please. It won’t. You have to make your own luck. What a pain in the ass. Continue reading
New Book
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