Monday, January 23, 2006

So what the fuck right?

Right.

So right now if I were to change my outsides to represent my insides I would first off shave my head entirely. I'm talking to shiny bald.

Second, get a tattoo on my skull of the words FUCK YOU around my newly gleaming dome.

Steel toed boots.

Black leathers.

Big knife.

Evil look.

If my life were a movie along with the look, there would be more.

Ever present slight haze, a cigarette dangling from my mouth, dark glasses on my face, and theme music.

I have a few choices for theme music.

1.)Soprano's Theme Song- Woke Up This Morning.

2.)DMX- Bloodline Anthem

3.)Black Flag - My War

4.)Otep - T.R.I.C

Read the lyrics.

Get my point.

The words Mean Mother Fucker are not incorrect nor are they unkind.

You get my drift?

To quote Snoop Dog (one of my favorite songs)
"...Shit, fuck what you goin through and fuck what you stand for"

What's this all about?

I am pissed off.

I tended towards cranky before and now I'm plain fucking mean. I recall a conversation with BoyVenus about my gangsterish philosophy about life.

Not in the sense of criminal activity but rather the ride til you die kind of attitude.
If I ran on anger before...I'm on pure fury now.

I am not fucking having it.

I am through playing around.

I refuse to let all this shit make me weak. I refuse to feel powerless, I refuse to lay down and let it all go because I know goddamn well the only person who can fix this is me.

Fuck what you heard.

I'm not in the fucking mood anymore.

It's not funny.

And I'm fucking done.

Goodnight Frank.


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