"He had a lot to say...

... he had a lot of nothing to say, we'll miss him."

I wake up this morning, i step out of my bed, i reach over and shut the ringing off from my cellphone. i stand up, i move to thedoorway and make my way to the kitchen. i prepare a cup of coffee. and then in realise what is making me shake uncontrollably, my hands and feet giving off small juddering vibrations that seem to create ripples in the fabric of reality around me. Meanwhile, my delerium fights to assert itself, and i realize that this is the last day, the last fucking day.

If ever there was something that i needed out of life, it was the possibility to create a life for myself, to create the basis of enjoying life. All i want is to achieve this. and i have found my exit from the mundane, the exhorbitant, and the lies. i have it, and here some person decides that he thinks he knows how the fuck to control it. he thinks he can take over, he thinks that because he has the money, he knows whats going on. he says we take too long. he says we are fucking around.

buddy, come closer and let me show you what its like to have your magnum shoved against the bottom of your chin, to feel the cold metal as it swaps energy with your skin, absorbing your rapidly diminishing heat. Come closer, little buddy, you inept, unsociable fuck who thinks that because i allowed you to know about my project, that you have sway. Well you don't and if you try, you'll be the dust on the carpet.

See you round....