Firewall

 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.