Life’s a *****, then You Die; Life’s a Gas then You Pass; Life’s a Joke then You Croak

Tried to see a better way, nope it all is ouch and stink. Add all the enthusiasm for the Hunger Games, Horror shows and a breed that uses murder, force and left-for-dead budgeting for the “us-es” to get their meat, “keep life going”, generally in forced labor, see police…. What a design. Suppose Darwin is right, does this make creation sexually, morally or mentally satisfied? Intelligent Design serves money and efficiency, obsoleting humans (small buses – all abstract concepts).

To who, where or what? I got to experience the thrill of victory or just be the next prisoner or meal, darn. Oh yeah, save the family from the mob (bill-ers and the killers) as well. “Time to see the Doctor – witch of pharmacy”. It is not worth (love a better word here). It, if it’s not from a bully, a good fight, a vast mind control poison – news, movies, fights, thefts (takes no more then one with a gun to call you thief oh, the cops, the other people) over land, with neighbors and nature plus the ever so helpful natural disaster, thanks mother creature for taking your joy. Been watching Rockford files TV from 1974, he gets beat every show, a slow melt into all out kill everything for anything – it’s the trip, not the destination. The others talk about “aliens”, say other bi-pedals and all, every species needs from each other protein, labor and witnessing each other for the thrill of life. Got Ray Gun or Slave colar? What’s love, telling your kids they will be safe. All the while the criminal justice system sees you as a criminal unless slave wage laboring, taken down all the while the real psyco-predators, inventors tend to sell us on a better life, cheaper is better – dead you are no cost at all, perfect. Beat it bum, yep, no jobs, just guns. “Yep, go ahead and bid 100 million on that piece of history for your bathroom”. My dreams based in this reality are strange, unfriendly and often a lucid nightmare. How can I like myself, others or the idea of a God-called loving, are you kidding me? Have a mosquito sandwich and a be a shark snack friend later. Like you all 12 – 70, life is way beyond stupid. How’s that ratty car and home? A “good” day is cruel and the other us-es should demand a group prayer to turn of the hell ba’al (ball) Earth (Death) into no more. Kill the creator and everything that enjoys the trip of making us stupid to learn and unsafe from abuse as babies and later training, go back to the piece of non-existence. Seems at our expense even the creator is dying and trying to get out of it. Our minds are so screwed, an all knowing, loving, powerful what – needs us to suffer, see suffer, stand by and see dead and death and celebrate eating it, EXPLETIVE. Where is the sanity, comfort – guess that is the double cross, no such thing, just an ad from creation the lie factory and blood sucking, tissue tearing, mind bending playroom for you. Too bad, on this poopsicle cosmic scale we not even off crawling to stand in this limitless outhouse freezer or oven. I’m a guy, cannot even imagine what girls go through and need my help too….. I cannot look at a women, they are where the death by proxie come from and I want better for my kids, I’ll have non, and of course that will also hurt. Sorry girls everything reaches for your milk, understanding and help, how creepy to me, you get underpaid and over screwed by men and women now it’s the 2015’s. Thanks mom and dad and God and USAF for all the beating in mind, heart and soul and the chance to lie about how well things are going to be.

HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, HURT, seems like it’s the way you learn to love.

A break from it all……