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where'd you go psycho boy? The fury, oh the fucking fury. Burn this into your retina you fucking scum. I want these words to get up off the page and follow you home, climb inside your dreams and skullfuck you to death. You wouldn't believe the violence that's truly possible if you will it into existence. You wouldn't believe how soon into it you would start wishing for death. Tonight I want to drink until my liver falls off. I want to call old friends and deliver final fuck yous. I want to catch someone breaking into my car when I'm drunk and just happen to have a tire iron in my hand. I want to be one of those people about whom everyone later says "And he seemed so normal, he seemed like such a nice person." Yeah, people get pushed over the edge everyday. But exactly where the line is gets a little fuzzy. Memories grow inaccurate in moments of violence. I feel very disturbed. The hilarious part is I could go talk to one of my friends about going on a killing spree and they wouldn't even bat an eye. And when I did it they would say "...but I thought he was just kidding." Who do you punish for a lifetime of being numb? My only guess: complete strangers ----- the rumors of the confused - 7:27 p.m. , June 13, 2005 last night and today - 6:21 p.m. , January 18, 2005 nighttime endeavors - 2:32 a.m. , February 13, 2040 the beast - 11:43 p.m. , May 04, 2005 its all here - 8:41 p.m. , May 01, 2005 |