Masturbating with a crucifix
i think i know why i listen to so much music.
i'm socially retarded. i'm unable to express myself adequately to other people in the "normal", "Human" fashion.
much like i'm comfortable expressing myself in here because i know for a fact that nobody reads this.
thankfully. the solace is cathartic.
anyway, i guess i use music as a catalyst with which to present my emotion.
so i guess if you understand my musical taste, you understand me.
noone has.
maybe its all for the better.
sometimes i wonder if its a blessing or a curse being unable to relate to humanity.
i'm better off, perhaps.
in a way the enforced solitude has led me to occupy my life with other subjects.
that i find usually more enjoyable.
but sometimes i'm lonely.
i guess ultimately i must wean or at least gradually diminish my need for human social interaction.
i can hardly find a form of viable human social interaction.
friendship usually seems too vapid.
i wish i was born unto this planet alone. the omega man.
so maybe i could have some sort of peace of mind.
sometimes i miss heather actually.
i want to leave this country.
i haven't found a single thing good about life here.
i want to live on a farm.
i wanna smoke weed everyday.
i don't ever want to wear clothes.
i want an AR 15.
i want to hunt animals.
maybe i even wanna hunt humans.
i don't wanna be a government slave.
i don't wanna be gagged.
i don't like singaporeans, in general.
singaporeans are vapid. superficial.
we need concentration camps.
maybe hitler was a sensitive man after all.
people wouldn't hate jews for no reason at all.
i'm sure he had his reasons.
just like i have mine.
1 day i'll run down orchard road with a shotgun.
i'll shoot anyone i don't like.
hipsters.
those damn deathcore kids.
irritating young people.
i REALLY hate young people.
i hate most people between the ages of 14-25 actually.
i'm socially retarded. i'm unable to express myself adequately to other people in the "normal", "Human" fashion.
much like i'm comfortable expressing myself in here because i know for a fact that nobody reads this.
thankfully. the solace is cathartic.
anyway, i guess i use music as a catalyst with which to present my emotion.
so i guess if you understand my musical taste, you understand me.
noone has.
maybe its all for the better.
sometimes i wonder if its a blessing or a curse being unable to relate to humanity.
i'm better off, perhaps.
in a way the enforced solitude has led me to occupy my life with other subjects.
that i find usually more enjoyable.
but sometimes i'm lonely.
i guess ultimately i must wean or at least gradually diminish my need for human social interaction.
i can hardly find a form of viable human social interaction.
friendship usually seems too vapid.
i wish i was born unto this planet alone. the omega man.
so maybe i could have some sort of peace of mind.
sometimes i miss heather actually.
i want to leave this country.
i haven't found a single thing good about life here.
i want to live on a farm.
i wanna smoke weed everyday.
i don't ever want to wear clothes.
i want an AR 15.
i want to hunt animals.
maybe i even wanna hunt humans.
i don't wanna be a government slave.
i don't wanna be gagged.
i don't like singaporeans, in general.
singaporeans are vapid. superficial.
we need concentration camps.
maybe hitler was a sensitive man after all.
people wouldn't hate jews for no reason at all.
i'm sure he had his reasons.
just like i have mine.
1 day i'll run down orchard road with a shotgun.
i'll shoot anyone i don't like.
hipsters.
those damn deathcore kids.
irritating young people.
i REALLY hate young people.
i hate most people between the ages of 14-25 actually.
We would like to see most of the human race killed off because it is unworthy; it is unworthy of the gift of life.Behemoth- Antichristian Phenomenon
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