:: Monday, July 29, 2002 ::

Because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and, doggonit, people like me!

Or something...

:: Styk 1:48 PM [+] ::
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A Reason To Kill…

The spiteful part of me decided that was a pretentious enough title for today. And why not. Today is the day I’ve reached the end, and I’m turning it off. I’m turning off what small amount of humanity I had left, and return to the real world, cold and barren. The little spark of warmth is no more. I tried to play nice, but it doesn’t matter. I look around at the brain-dead fucks around me, selfish and greedy, running on instinct, and stupidity. Nothing but worms. Insects that I should step on, rather than pamper. The kind part of me, that which extended an open hand, I killed him. He was stupid and foolish to bother with such tripe. Smile, be my friend, you stupid fuck I’d just as soon snuff your last breath as wish you a good morning. How I’d tear out your eyes, and let you hold them in your pathetic hands. I fed the stupid sheep, and now I’m pissed for doing so. You all wallow in your own shit, with your head up the great ass of illusion. How you fucking make me sick, the times I bother to listen to you speak, as the words babble out as if they mean anything at all. All of you crying all at once, a sound so irritating as to awaken long dead gods of times forgotten. I laugh at your feeble attempts to mean anything at all, I kick your realities to pieces, I spit on your gods, I watch you fucking die. I watch you pretending you don’t care, pretending that you’re ok, pretending that life is good. But with every single breath I take I trash your hopes and I smash your dreams. And you can keep glaring if you like, but you really shouldn’t look in my eyes for too long, because you really will not like what you find there. A cold, black, empty truth, that you’re not ready to grasp. And yesterday, it might have been ok. But today, I’m not going to turn away, just to save you and your pathetic dreams. Today, I will let you keep glaring right down into the dead cold darkness where my soul used to be. And there you will find the bloody remains of your gods, your hopes, your dreams, and your future. Everything that you are, reduced to one simple ugly truth. You… are… nothing.

:: < Tortured > 8:35 PM [+] ::
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