Medicated Logic

You ever had the feeling that the world is out to get you? Well, I do...constantly. A lot of people say god's a mean kid with a magnifying glass. Actually, he's the fucking trouble child on crack that's out for a rape.
This city is about the worse thing since Vietnam. The air stinks, you can't get a fresh glass of water if you did a ground tap and everything human is either brain-shot or a fucking moving strap-on with only one intentional use. I tried looking for something resembling decent but the only thing I found chewed me up and shat me back out while making a horrible wailing noise. I am forever nearing, entropicly, the moment where I will grab a gun and shoot the balls of a lot of people.
I need to get out of this place. I need to escape before something happens and I go ballistic. It's like a cannibal fuck-fest that just keeps getting worse. Holy shit man, they're only children. They're to old to be fucking retarded.

My daddy used to say that there comes a time when you have to face life no matter how horrible it might be and that that would be the moment when you become a man. Well, heavens to bettsy and holy shit, this is worse then anything I could ever imagine. I only woke up at 5 AM and already I've got some unknown Netlog freak saying happy birthday. Now, don't get me wrong, it's not the fact that it's lame or that it's my birthday but actually it's the principle of the idea. One day of the year I have to remember that I'm a whole year closer to being old, gray and senile. One more year added to the unforgivable cruel fate of my humongous erect male genitalia to go limp while I shit my pants with no one there to wipe my ass. Scary thought you say? I could go on for hours.
Now to get to the other aspects. Now, I'm not saying that becoming older isn't fun. On the contrary. I can drink till my lips go numb and go catatonic from alcohol poisoning and nobody would even care to take a second glance. I can walk past the border without parental approval and tell the stingy bastards to go shove a grenade up their asses when they ask for a bribe.
But that would constitute the whole of it. In essence I'm one year closer to being a middle-age loser like the people I make fun of on a daily basis. *Come to think of it I'm already there seeing as how I still fail to graduate from school. When you become nineteen and are still in school you start realizing that you do need a diploma for everything, including getting layed.* Then comes the part that I will never understand. Why the hell would I have to pay beers for every fuck head that I come across that never even cared if it's my birthday just as long as they get free alcohol. The down part of this is that I don't have money to buy beers even for my closest friends. Sometimes when you think life by itself is a cruel and unfaithful bondage-buddy you start seeing shit like this happen. Well fuck this....

Multe zile se termină cam la fel cum au început. Din pat în pat, zi după zi şi în fiecare seară ne alintăm cumoditatea de saltea şi pernă cu amintiri noi. De ceva vreme această treaba nu mi s-o mai întâmplat. Patul meu în tăcere zace ca în ruine iar creierul meu cedează încetul cu încetul în nelămurire. De ce să fiu atat de singur. Dar asta în sine nu e o problema dar o oarecare porţie din mine nu vrea, nu doreşte să afle un răspuns. Mă întreb "De ce?" dar răspunsul nu vine iar în întunericul etern şi tăcerea pereţilor eu îmi închid ochii şi îmi readuc aminte că le deschid în aceeas fel, sub aceeasi condiţii.

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