Another day in the Doghouse folks, surrounded by Russian spies and Chinese terrorists. All they ever persistently do is persistently stalk me with arcane psychic trickery using infuriating images and aggravating sounds to slur my mind with all aspects of their humongous inflated egos. They particularly like to impress me with invasive snapshots of their faces in my third eye. I think they want me to fall in love with them. Some of the faces are soaked in blood. I guess we are nearing Halloween.
When stricken
by a crime against humanity, it wages war with your inner constitution
regarding how to react. I can honestly say that I have developed what I believe
to be a unique layman’s insight into the perplexing reason why certain members
of the public commit ghastly crimes of ruinous atrocity against unsuspecting
civilians. We all know about school shootings. They seem to scar our times
every now and then, don’t they? All these unfathomable acts of carnage are, in
their perceptions, LAST GASP STANDS TO
SAFEGUARD THE INNER OASIS, THE INATE SANCTUARY, THE INBUILT BASTION, THAT IS
THEIR PRESENT, PERSONAL, PRECIOUS MIND.
That’s what
I think maybe the criminals are defending when called to innocent bloodshed. Their
own sanity. Who knows what kind of causal evil has instigated them to react
with hatred? I’ve suffered controlling wickedness for years and years. All I’ve
done so far is batter a dog walker who had the guts to make obvious what he was
doing. Who wakes up in the morning with a deathwish to slaughter the milk maid
down at the local nursery? And also, while he’s there, all of the kiddies she
is dishing out milk to?
I feel it
myself, man, I really do. The powers that be have been hacking my head with
their futuristic parlour tricks since what seems like birth and I’ve just about
got down done feeling like this pup’s had just about enough. My Christian
inclinations and my Buddhist inclinations are leaking out inclinations, seeping
far away from my being as if drawn from a syringe and spurted needlessly over a
dystopian horizon, never to be returned. I’m half-thinking about attacking
those who have slandered me. I never would, of course, because I’m a regular
stand-up guy who seeks peace. But part of me says go get ‘em. Not because they
are bad. But because they are petty. And not solely because they are petty. But
because they are daft.
In doing
this I would be taking my vengeance out on the wrong party. My low-level
neighbours and other wastes of life who lurk around me with no purpose in life
other than to snag a monetary gain from a piss-weak attempt at ruining my day are
not the Russian spies and Chinese terrorists, they only work for the Russian spies and Chinese terrorists. They get a
council flat and tracking expenses for petrol to follow me around with in
payment. Guess what they watch on their SMART TV? You got it, CCTV surveillance
of me! Using the toilet, hovering up, playing with myself, the lot!
Masons.
Government. Private enterprise. Celebrities. Call them intergalactic beings if
you will. Either way, they’re so bored they have to hang around a poor guy’s
apartment all day who doesn’t want to know them and chat bollocks about what he’s
thinking, an area of interest I assume he already knows about.
Sorry for
being negative. I’ve got to get these twits off my chest. They don’t respond
well to home truths, so I suppose I’ll be receiving more attention than usual
later tonight, when I hit the pillow. Always when I hit the pillow, every damn
single time. They always seem to grow a set when I lower my guard. As soon as I
get up and dressed, and politely venture out to calmly ask the two-faced pretenders
why they are implicit in a Nazi-style murder program, they sneakily report me
to the police for noise disturbance.
If I could
just get my hands on one of them. I think my pacifistic rationale would flee in
a heartbeat. Just like those nursery shooters.