this was the first thing to be written this year..don't ask me what i was thinkin..i was basically grounded before the new years' bash.. had to bide time somehow.. happy new year to the rest though..to everyone who's been readin this crock of shit.. may ur souls be at peace this year..and, whatever u do..play safe [to the obvious ones,use contraceptives..they work!!..to the non sex machines..contemplate whatever meanin u can]..and don't get dead or give up..that should wrap up the new year pleasantries..now,read on.
who am i ?
sayin that i'm the trash of the world could be an over cliched rather tyleresque reply..basic point being that i'm someone everyone could do without..
i am the seven deadly sins..
i am a choking,irritating mass of black phlegm..
in manson and eminem's words i am whatever u say i am..
if yer talkin 3D..i could again be many things..
things that u'd want to keep your kids away from..
or come to think of it,hell..u'd wanna keep yourself away from..
no,i'm not a punk/wannabe who's searching for his satanic mentor thru a devil worshippin band or sumthin likewise,no...
i'm the hangman's noose wenever someone/sumthing innocent is choking to death inside.
i'm the gearshift paddle when a tripped out junkie floors the accelarator to run over an old haggard beggar crossin the road..just for kicks,nothin malicious.
i'm the mucous in the saliva inside a cheeseburger in a gleeful waiter's tray goin to table no. 6 because the guy wasn't given a lesson in good manners when he should have.
i'm the cyst that's an artery blockage that stops an innocent [ read non druggie ] athlete to stop him from raising his hopes too high.
i'm the worst fucken hangover headache that u cud get post really cheap country liquor.
i'm the thrill of a suicide when you floor the gas pedal and leave the wheel as soon as the speedo hits 120 mph.
i'm the frothing with semen dickhead of a claudia schiffer fan in a dark room .
i'm the guilt you experience when your wife has a miscarriage due to lack of your care.
i'm the pleasure of shopping on a stolen credit card..come to think of it,i'm also the fear of gettin caught doing the same.
i'm the pessimism that sets in when you get rejected at a job interview because u're too fucken dimwitted.
i'm the killing mundane nature of a regular low pay 9 to 5 job that feeds your children and a whore of a wife.
i'm the decaying roach that u sometimes get in ur roadside falafel.
i'm the pleasure of exhaling smoke into the nostrils of an uncaring newborn baby.
i'm james bond when vesper lynd [ahh..the bitCH!!]is stuck drownin in a submerged elevator and he can do just about fucken zilch to save her.
i'm also james bond when he's betrayed by his own..everytime,while he like the classic fool that he is..is setting about to save their asses again.
i'm tony hawk when he falls off his skateboard and he has a ball shatterin railing between his legs.
i'm captain jack sparrow whenever he's not doin anything right or articulate[ which would well account for most of the time].
i'm a raging bull when he's just about to lose his balls as he's already given enough slime to impregnate 3000 cows.
i'm joe bradley when he's walkin outta that hall where he knew he'd see princess ann for the last fucken time..[classic pricey bitch,wasn't she?].
still wanna know who i am?
guess not.
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