Every person you meet is fighting a battle that you know nothing about.
And just going off the scoreboard, chances are good they’re losing.
Or they are in a fight for their very lives.
Old stuff, I’ve just been paying more attention to it recently.
So…
Do you know what those people really don’t need?
You.
You and all that bullshit that comes with it.
You’re the last thing they need.
If it’s private parking? put up a sign. Spend a few bucks. If it’s not?
Then you know what you can do..
You know exactly what you can do..
Do I come to your house and ask you what you honestly feel about things?
Do you think that I am the least bit interested?
Do you think I care?
About your inspirational “journey”?
Nobody does.
That’s day one logic.
Now, if you come to my house, and if you try to peek through the blinds,, I’m going to make you eat some shit.
I’m going to find what hurts, and I’m going to put my finger there.
I’m going to bring up the things that you hope nobody brings up.
It’s going to be a homicide.
That’s why you don’t go to people’s houses, that’s why you don’t peek through the blinds,
I fuckin hate you .
If your senses work, you’ll learn everything you need to know.
Fuckin hate you.
Wish you would all just leave a cracker alone.
dawn 