Low life’s and troglodytes. No one actually earns position, just a bunch of asskissers .
Can’t be a job requirement,
Can’t be ones fucking job to listen to this shit.
A racket,the whole thing is a racket.
Is there a bumper on your ass?
I go back to thinking about a shotgun blast to the face,, I mean, I’d get out of so much.
Taxes, day job, responsibility, the struggles of being amongst you fucks,,,
Just some little pellets, moving at a high rate of speed, right to the face.
I have a feeling that’d quit my bitching. Maybe just hit with the butt of the gun, right in the jaw. Forget the shells, forget the velocity, just some blunt impact on the jaw, something to wake you up, quick jab, see stars. Whack, right in the jaw. Butt stock, wood, grain and solid.
Right on the jaw
Meanwhile, better people are working on better thoughts, whilst I daydream of murdering strangers and coworkers.
Just leave me alone,for the love of fuck, just leave me alone
The stupid will drag you down to their level, then beat you through experience.
Who said that?
Benjamin Franklin?
Samuel Clements .
Lincoln?
I don’t remember, I think it’s Franklin.
dawn 