Hello White
Voider, it’s really special to be back with you on this delightful day that God
has rewarded us with. It feels like we’ve been apart for a lifetime. I hereby
do solemnly swear that I’m taking precautions as to not let this distance ever
be so great again. I’m in love with you, that much needs saying straight off
the bat. I love the fact that I can drop you a line anytime and hopefully
inspire you to continue battering your struggles, as I am battering my
tribulations on a daily basis. I’ve just destroyed my pornography, which always
gives me a boost and a sense of instant relief. I feel the grace of God
preserving me through these quite simply horrendous, hideous and harrowing
times. I’m having none of it for very long quite soon. I plan to stop smoking
and drinking and get back in the gym. There’s no mad rush to do so though. At the
moment I’m quite content with a fag and a can in my hand. It’s sad but true. The
pressing issue is talking to you, my ever oh so precious important mighty White
Voider.
I’ve still
got rodents in my flat. My enemies call me Black Vermin. That might sound like
a hurtful cheap insult but I’ve been called worse and I am a writer (master
wordsmith), so it bounces off my rhino hide like water off a duck’s back. They
can call me anything, I don’t care, they are just trying to strip my humanity
away to treat me as sub-human. That’s their method. I feel sorry for the trans
people who are getting tortured, as I can only imagine the names they will be
getting called by the hate mobbers. As for the mice (no rats visible presently
but I’ve had them), well, one of them stood up on its hind legs and threw a
crumb at me. Have you ever heard anything like that in your entire life? I sure
ain’t and it happened to me. I see it as a magical creature in a way. Several weeks
ago one of my major parasites gave birth by laying an egg inside me. It hatched
and I imagine it to be a giant claw with an eye on it or something. Parasites are
very strange to look at, on a par with the stuff that lurks deep under the
heart of the bottom of the ocean. They are very frightening and that is why I
have never googled them in my life. I have only ever saw one single
photographic evidence of one and that was on Jerry Springer The Opera Movie. Why
don’t you do me a favour and google human parasites for me? Maybe collate some
pictures. I’d love you to have an opinion on the subject. Perhaps we can prattle
on about it one time in the near future. After teatime, maybe.
What else?
My faith is strong, I’m just fighting depression day in and day out. It’s hard
staying active, connected and busy. I’m currently in the library as usual, as I
have no computer at home. I can’t afford to have one with my online sex
addiction, the temptation would be overwhelming. I don’t mind blogging in
public as long as the building is open and the network is online, as it hasn’t
been for the majority of the morning. I had to go to a mental health drop-in to
kill some time. A 6”2 tall woman runs that group. She’s a large lady and I like
her a lot, she’s very friendly and is joined by a volunteer named Clint who you
can talk about anything with. They seem to be genuinely interested in my
affairs which feels nice.
I met a lady
schizo in the pub the other day (and even went back to hers wink-wink); she
said that she gets called a Bastian
by her voices, which apparently means a cross between a bastard and a lesbian
haha. What will the hate campaigners think of next eh? Why do they have to be
so cruel to people? Why can’t they be like yours truly and just wish for the
greatest goodwill to all mankind? I’m sure you’re the same. Never give up on
reading this blog and discovering more about my own personal journey and truth.
I promise I won’t let you down. Over ‘n’ out for now comrades x
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