. . all fucked up . .
crazy. total craziness. he came. stayed, briefly. preview. hot hot hot. god im good. fuck.
we are next. on our own soil. first the arrogant ones, now the ones who whinge. next on the hit list: us. and they shall stike. oh yes, and many more innocents will be lost. too much bloodshed as it is, on all sides. fuck government and politics and obligation. fuck religion and its morals and views. im sure "god" is fucking sick and tired of being called down on both sides of the fence. they are unstoppable. nothing will end this reign of terror they hold over the world. lined up, like puppets, one after another even children ready and willing to take the nexts place. how can you fight an invisible enemy. someone who isnt afraid to die, someone who would blow themselves up for "the cause" and become a matyr. wave my magic wand and unfuck the world. amen to not living in a capital city.
so much violence. desensitised. 10min drive from here a guy was set upon by another 12 last night, beaten, throat sliced. dead. i walked those fucking streets. 90 year old woman beaten and raped by a 16 year old delinquent next to my childhood neighbourhood. it all makes me fucking sick. i hear this, and find myself somewhere between tears and throwing up. why. what the fuck is wrong with people?!
last night she calls and asks to be rescued. we have a 20 min rundown on the last few months antics and drama, and part again. i fucking miss you. anytime you need rescuing, im your feral in shining armour.
right now; lost, singing, music, craving, missing, smoking, hot and cold (in different contexts), sorry, good value, pimp talk, apreciative, cant get him out my fucking head; swimming, sinking, drowning, i need to stop, breathe, move on.
. ."take your time, hurry up. choice is yours, dont be late". .
. . otherwise i may not be here when you figure it all out . .
we are next. on our own soil. first the arrogant ones, now the ones who whinge. next on the hit list: us. and they shall stike. oh yes, and many more innocents will be lost. too much bloodshed as it is, on all sides. fuck government and politics and obligation. fuck religion and its morals and views. im sure "god" is fucking sick and tired of being called down on both sides of the fence. they are unstoppable. nothing will end this reign of terror they hold over the world. lined up, like puppets, one after another even children ready and willing to take the nexts place. how can you fight an invisible enemy. someone who isnt afraid to die, someone who would blow themselves up for "the cause" and become a matyr. wave my magic wand and unfuck the world. amen to not living in a capital city.
so much violence. desensitised. 10min drive from here a guy was set upon by another 12 last night, beaten, throat sliced. dead. i walked those fucking streets. 90 year old woman beaten and raped by a 16 year old delinquent next to my childhood neighbourhood. it all makes me fucking sick. i hear this, and find myself somewhere between tears and throwing up. why. what the fuck is wrong with people?!
last night she calls and asks to be rescued. we have a 20 min rundown on the last few months antics and drama, and part again. i fucking miss you. anytime you need rescuing, im your feral in shining armour.
right now; lost, singing, music, craving, missing, smoking, hot and cold (in different contexts), sorry, good value, pimp talk, apreciative, cant get him out my fucking head; swimming, sinking, drowning, i need to stop, breathe, move on.
. ."take your time, hurry up. choice is yours, dont be late". .
. . otherwise i may not be here when you figure it all out . .