Posting in my neglected..
..shit pool journal.
I vent into this toilet and into pages of my sketchbook. I am really pissed though. I barely feel and when I do I usually don't lie about it when it occurs. But to make a bool statement means people can often choose the false pretense. I got a hint, I am fucking outraged to think that people can think that. Tempted to say i was lying, that's outright saying GOD DAMNIT. The reason I shit in the public restrooms of LJ is because i want some people to read my well constructed often endlessly boring rants. Yes, I'm one of those people who bitch in LJ, god I hate myself for it but it helps. Especially cause everyone can walk in the stall and see, smell and gag over the drizzling, frothing diarrhea I put in this commode. I am pissed, I laced the smell with acrid urine. I mean damn, if I felt something I fucking felt it okay? And when I'm pissy I'm trying to deny I ever did. Why? Because I don't want to play plumber and dredge up my emotional clogs with a rotto-rooter. The toilet flushed it, okay? It's time people, it allows my emotional shit to fester and stink to all hell. It dwells in my head, a big ol' septic tank needing to be drained. So I pump it out in words, pictures and fucking rants like these.
To nerve of people to ever think I'm false. I have that option a thousand times a day to sweet talk into someone's pants but I don't. I know a line of people trying to get into mine and frankly, because I'm such a nice guy, i say 'no, fuck off and not on me' But to think I ever came up with a farce to make a gal love me, that's bullshit. I'm talking giving a steer prunes and laxatives, anal plugging it then unleashing it a week weeks later to cover the pastures. Green grass on the other side, shit city in mine. Oiy, now I'm calming down good. I'm going to bed to sleep off what's left. And yes, I said those things because I felt it, not because I wanted a one night stand or a relationship framed with lies, dry walled with false pretenses, and painted with other shit I don't care to mention. If I loved you I did and still do. I never lied. The 'still do' part is what irks me into fits of cruelty to drive you away so I can keep this fake smile on my face and keep on truckin' through life like a bat out of hell about to fall back in. Enjoying a wide arc before re-entry..
So long cess pool dwellers I'm off to better things. Like my dreams and being unconscious. Maybe I'll lie to people there, maybe I can be that prick you think I am all the better in my dreams. Then you might have some chane in making sense the next time you blind side me with such a statement as to say I was lying when I loved you.... God damn!
-Rants on shit
-Rants on being shat upon
-Rants about not being believed
-Rants about how people think he lies about feelings
-Rants on about cursing and chewing them out
-Talk about sleeping but posts some cliff notes..
-Then goes to bed obviously after a spell check and a piss..plus setting the alarm to wake him in a few hours....weee..
I feel better already.
I vent into this toilet and into pages of my sketchbook. I am really pissed though. I barely feel and when I do I usually don't lie about it when it occurs. But to make a bool statement means people can often choose the false pretense. I got a hint, I am fucking outraged to think that people can think that. Tempted to say i was lying, that's outright saying GOD DAMNIT. The reason I shit in the public restrooms of LJ is because i want some people to read my well constructed often endlessly boring rants. Yes, I'm one of those people who bitch in LJ, god I hate myself for it but it helps. Especially cause everyone can walk in the stall and see, smell and gag over the drizzling, frothing diarrhea I put in this commode. I am pissed, I laced the smell with acrid urine. I mean damn, if I felt something I fucking felt it okay? And when I'm pissy I'm trying to deny I ever did. Why? Because I don't want to play plumber and dredge up my emotional clogs with a rotto-rooter. The toilet flushed it, okay? It's time people, it allows my emotional shit to fester and stink to all hell. It dwells in my head, a big ol' septic tank needing to be drained. So I pump it out in words, pictures and fucking rants like these.
To nerve of people to ever think I'm false. I have that option a thousand times a day to sweet talk into someone's pants but I don't. I know a line of people trying to get into mine and frankly, because I'm such a nice guy, i say 'no, fuck off and not on me' But to think I ever came up with a farce to make a gal love me, that's bullshit. I'm talking giving a steer prunes and laxatives, anal plugging it then unleashing it a week weeks later to cover the pastures. Green grass on the other side, shit city in mine. Oiy, now I'm calming down good. I'm going to bed to sleep off what's left. And yes, I said those things because I felt it, not because I wanted a one night stand or a relationship framed with lies, dry walled with false pretenses, and painted with other shit I don't care to mention. If I loved you I did and still do. I never lied. The 'still do' part is what irks me into fits of cruelty to drive you away so I can keep this fake smile on my face and keep on truckin' through life like a bat out of hell about to fall back in. Enjoying a wide arc before re-entry..
So long cess pool dwellers I'm off to better things. Like my dreams and being unconscious. Maybe I'll lie to people there, maybe I can be that prick you think I am all the better in my dreams. Then you might have some chane in making sense the next time you blind side me with such a statement as to say I was lying when I loved you.... God damn!
-Rants on shit
-Rants on being shat upon
-Rants about not being believed
-Rants about how people think he lies about feelings
-Rants on about cursing and chewing them out
-Talk about sleeping but posts some cliff notes..
-Then goes to bed obviously after a spell check and a piss..plus setting the alarm to wake him in a few hours....weee..
I feel better already.