A-weep weep weep. A-weep weep weep. A-weep weep weep. Snushh.
Canst thou see? Canst thou see that I am the noble butt of every jocular statement. Or joke, to simplify. Perhaps nobody wants to insult me. But maybe they insult me by ignorance. Maybe I make myself ignorant. But canst thou see? Canst thou see this deadly grip I am placed in. Aye, the way I live is no way to live. Merely existing is not life. An atom exists, a brick exists but do they live? I am sentient sure but why must I suffer so? Oh canst thou see?
This is foul and pestilent and as hideous as myself. Why must my uncontrollable appearance be my life. You don’t understand do you? It is horrid and vile and any other filthy word that would please you to use. I am as my life is; one of those filthy words. So why? Why canst thou see? This is no way for me to be. I disapprove of the filthy filthiness as much as the next person and yet since despite disapproving of my filthy filthiness other people still find me filthy filthy! I suffer twice O friend. But you are no friend of mine- I have no friends. Nobody cares but for the filthies of me. I am the one which you are lucky not to be. Bravo O friend you. Bravo O fiend you. Thou canst see. Thou won’t see.
Lucky for thou. Lucky for thou to place my problem, my issues, in the box of the HEE HAW HEE- that is not me. And a lovely box that is, O fiend you, however thou won’t see. Will thou? No.
Thought not.
And I am tired, O fiend you. This weariness of world grows thicker on my heart every day. Binding it, like a vine. And I am no looker. And I am no writer. So shush to you. My mind is still fogged, my heart is still deadened. Or my brain- the part that releases serotonin or melatonin or any of those...
Wretched chemicals. All this is, carbon and oxygen and hydrogen and whatever silly creatures make up me. And made me wrong. If only, O fiend you, they made me normal with reactions that reacted the way a good ittle-wittle reaction should react. Clearly no.
Oh you hate me, O fiend you? Why be surprised, I called you a fiend. I am not friendly or nice but neither have you been, O fiendish world and fiendish you. And friendly or nice is not pity. Wretched filthy words of pity. Pity pity, what a pity. Poor little ooka-woodum you are you. What a shame, what a pity. Say a kind word then leave forever. God knows your problems need attending to. All fair- all fair. But cast a thought to me. A real thought, not this piteous garbage thrown to me like a penny to a pauper. O please O fiend.
A-weep weep weep. A-weep weep weep. Snushh.
And I see but one option. O fiend. O fiend. Why must this option be used O fiend?
You know the answer to that rhetorical question, O fiendish you and O fiendish world.
A-weep weep weep.
My condolences O fiendish world and O fiendish fiends AND fiendish foes. All of you misunderstanding and unknowing fools. My apologies to my fiendish self. My atoms don’t want to bond or react no more. They would like a different configuration. Apologies to my fiendish atoms.
So I leave for the nothings .. | |
An Lo' did he agree with The Noble Personage of Lord Mercy, and return'th to the home page to read'th another tale of woe.
true, with no woe...GOD SAVE THE QUEEN
You're just a faggot annon so please eat the peanuts out of my shit.
Thou hath no power when it comes to thy atoms because they don't ask for thy permission when they wish to bond and react. They shall bond when their oxygen finds hydrogen and they shall create water and after that it is up to you whether you wish to survive and drink that water or you wish to let it drain away just as you let your mind drain away into the darkest recesses from which their is no way back. Find the light before you're too far to reach for it and remember that even when thou think that thou art too far to reach it, there will be someone in the very doorway of life holding out a rope to thou. But if thou refuse to catch that rope, then thou wilt have missed thy last chance to explore a world full of wonderful things. It is all up to thou.
Rest happily with thou.
tis not necessary for a fool of your makings.
Perhaps I wish and ponderously wonder wonder wonder wherefore I might have gone if I had successfully left for the nothings.
Oh HOHOHO. But what am I, the fiendish little me, met with..?
Posts of immaturity.
Post of MOCKING.
Mocking my bittersweet suffering!
Thou canst see...
Thou shall remain the way thou is for eternity methinks.
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