Mar 12, 2005 16:56
My mother just told me that I was a devil worshiper for the music I listened to.
Turns out a flier for the avail/lucero show we went to had a 666 on it, and she found it when snooping in my sister's room.
I cannot be held responsible for some shit a kid prints on his fliers.
I cannot be held responsible for some shit a band may or may not promote.
I cannot be held responsible for some narrow minded shit my mother presumes.
I am not a bad kid.
I am not a fucking devil worshiper.
Fuck this shit.
Fuck it all.
I am glad I do not live under her regime.
Like country music will kill us all.
Like music will kill us all.
Like she will kill me. My spirit. She drags me through her muck and expects me to rise, lungs cleared, not a drop of mud on my face.
Fuck this shit.
It will be another two weeks before I allow her to influence my joy, my life, my choices.
Oops, the altar candle is flickering out, let me go relight it, does anyone have an animal to sacrifice? I'd much appreciate.
Fuck this shit. I am going to punch something.