Apr 02, 2005 23:32
Kill switch flipped. I'm chillin here, and it doesn't take much I guess. Just a comment, a picture, an image, chain reaction causes so many synapses to fire at once that I don't even know what happened. I just wanna fuckin nail somebody. Somebody specific. Doesn't really matter who it is to y'all though. But thinking of one puke makes me think of another... and thus I get thrown into the thousand yard stare, someplace you guys don't want me to be. Not many people have seen it on me, but those who have know what it's about... Ugh, calm down. Don't murder. Obey laws... Fuck these fuckin punks. God damnit... I need something, I need somebody. Nobody around... I don't wanna want to smash faces right now. Somebody calm me dooooooownnnnnnnnnnnn... It'll pass. I'll ride it out. Right here, right now. Like a schizophrenic bipolar psychotic moment snappin... Need to hold on to calmness. I don't need my pupils taking my eyes over and me shaking and jerking and ready to pounce with the butterflies in my stomach. Breathe in, breathe out. I see them as a threat. A threat to my little bubble of reality. I like my little bubble of reality. Routine in it's random-ness. It could be chaotic and whatnot for times, but It's mine and I like it. And these people invade (however indirectly) my fucking shit. Don't fuck with ME. MINE. MY. OK? Easy enough. Think about what you do, and how it's going to affect me. If it's going to affect someone that's going to affect me, don't do it. If it's going to hurt somebody who's gonna hurt somebody who's considered to be a part of me, don't do it. You don't have to step on my shoe for me to be pissed. As a matter of fact, I'd rather you stepped on my shoe than anybody elses, cuz I'd deal with you like no one else has. And I know some of 'em want to. They just don't have the ability to go about it. Wether it's the people skills they lack, or just the knowhow of what to do... I just need someone... Someone not here. I can't be alone right now, not a good idea. All I'm doing is thinking, and that's never good for someone who's already on the warpath. Fuck... oooooooh what you took from me! You, coming down, on everybody's sunny motherfuckin day. Shit on the parade why don't you motherfucker? Burst my little dream bubble you piece of shit and no, I won't do anything about it. I'll sit here, and watch you. And I'll wait. Waiting is all I ever do. Wait for you to fuck up, so I can bring it to your attention. I'm sick of waiting. Fuck up bitch. Do it. I dare you. Cross my goddamn path. Get pissed at ME. FACE ME! Fuckin fuck fuckin fucker fuck. I wish I was there. It's the curse of people like me. Never being around when they're needed. It'll be the death of me. I spend my time thinking I'm doing right by people who don't need right done by them. When shit hits the fan I'll never be there. I'll never be the guardian angel I'm supposed to be. No, I'll be the guardian angel I'm supposed to be, I'll just never be the guardian angel where I'm supposed to be. So consider yourself lucky mr. Cocksuckinsonofabitchbastardwhore. Cuz you can shit on my people all you fuckin want. I'll never catch you. And I can't do anything unless I'm there now can I? But I swear to god come face to face with me and cough without covering your mouth and I'll fuckin blast you.
Ok I'm kinda feelin better I guess. SOMEONE HELP ME!