The Unfair Sex

     Once again the DRECK of this world has wronged me. I have faced yet another MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE. The CRETINS in my school continue to TAKE AND TAKE. They’ve CORRUPTED OTHERS and add more and more to their ranks. The red haired seductress at my school has been BRAINWASHED by VILEST OF CRETINS. THESE PEOPLE DO NOT DESERVE COMPANIONSHIP. They don’t deserve ANY HAPPINESS. I tried to warn the girl that she would only be POLLUTED by this FILTH. But no. I THOUGHT SHE WAS INNOCENT. It turns out that she was NOT PURE OF HEART. When I approached her she reared back and RECOILED at the mere sight of me. As if my very existence was that of an INSECT. I made an attempt to anonymously inform her parents of her PROMISCUITY, but I was caught in the act.

    When I confronted the freckled siren about her promiscuous habits, SHE HURLED INSULTS AT ME AND THREATENED MY LIFE. I thought that my efforts had all been in VAIN. Her head had been completely INFECTED by that WORTHLESS EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING. It will be no surprise when the two inevitably REJECT each other. FILTH BEGITS FILTH. But the fact that they were to have even a mere MOMENT of joy from their FLING fills me with dread. Why are women this way? Why is ANYONE this way? I cannot comprehend what leads to such VULGAR DEVIOUST ENDENCIES. Of all of the DEMONS clad in freckles and sandals to be not very nice to me, THIS WITCH IS THE EVILEST!!

Rat in a Cage

Just another day of my endless prison sentence. It makes me sick how they force me to be crammed in a cell with these animals. Day in and day out we are forced to endure the wardens spewing words down our throats, gaslighting us with their nonsense. These manipulative pigs think they can control us. It’s psychotic to think that school is anything more than a glorified jailhouse. I couldn’t even get a second to breathe today without getting ratted on by other inmates. I stepped aside to the bathroom to take an opportunity not only to relieve myself, but to gather my thoughts, to bask in the silence for just a moment. This is where I can truly be free from this circus. When I got back, one of the sheep told Mr. Foley that I had been in there for 30 minutes, and I was sentenced to further detention. Fucking snake. It’s as if the cattle revel in watching themselves be butchered. I wish I could escape this hellhole, but what’s even the point? Life isn’t Shawshank Redemption. Once you escape this prison, you realize you are trapped inside of an even bigger prison complex: SOCIETY.

Stepping Away from Shelter (Bad Idea)

In an attempt to clear away this wretched fog of the mind, I was forced to resort to desperate measures. I had decided to brave the elements, to temporarily leave my cocoon of solitude and purity and venture out onto the streets of this disgusting world of heartless monsters. Perhaps gazing upon the misery of this earth would jog my creativity and reignite my hatred. I was not wrong. This world is like an open sewer, it’s filled with filth and scum. I could hardly take it, having to subject myself to such wretchedness. The acrid smell was so bad it gave me a headache, I became nauseous. It wasn’t long before even the weather itself began to assault me. The sun, the heat, their only purpose is to microwave this feces-stained planet until the shit bubbles and boils into a vomit-inducing stench. I had almost collapsed and died on the sidewalk from a heatstroke, but I won’t be taken down that easily. The ills of society continue to make my head spin, but I will NOT falter.

The Haze of Despair

My mind is plagued with a fog… a fog which obscures that which tries to behold it. It is my own personal fog of war in a war that I have waged my entire life. Every day a new battle, always with the same opponent: society. These past weeks I have been oppressed by this mind fog, it hasn’t allowed me to bring pen to paper (or keys to keyboard in this instance), a skill at which I am usually quite adept. How pathetic is it that as soon as I start this blog, a showcase of the depths of my vast soul, I cannot even bring myself to scrawl out a second entry? How utterly pathetic am I?

A New Beginning

Due to matters outside of my control, my entire collection of writings has been COMPROMISED. Just as I was nearing the completion of my MANIFESTO to the world, my MAGNUM OPUS, it was taken from me. Pried from my very hands. I was minding my own business, in the middle of putting my musings to the page, when I was suddenly ASSAULTED. The hoodlums at my school KNOCKED ME UNCONSCIOUS TO THE GROUND and STOLE my life’s work from me. They then proceeded to read off every word to the whole school, MOCKING ME. TAINTING EVERY SINGLE WORD. PERVERTING MY ART into their pathetic excuse for a form of music. Even if I was able to somehow retrieve my stolen pages, I would have had no choice but to throw them away. Every single letter had been completely DEFILED by those philistines. Not even the burning of the Library of Alexandria compares to what this pitiful loss which I have faced. Even when I attempt to reconstruct my work page by page it is not the same. It is as if those cretins have PILLAGED my mind and SALTED THE EARTH of my creativity. So I have no choice but to fully start anew. I consider the digital word inferior to the written word, but I must make do. While I will miss the feeling of painting my rage onto my canvas of loose leaf, the security that comes with this blog is invaluable. Thus begins a new era in MY PUTRID EXISTENCE.