calm, complacent, and docile

i'm still syck to my stomach that people don't understand how phuking stoopid it iz, that everyone else can get pissed, yell, scream, throw and break shyt, but i, being a man, am not allowed to. i'm not allowed to vent in any healthy way anymore. you've got me all drugged up, so i can't think. and no one understandz this. that iz so phukin nazi, and you dumb phuks refuze to see it. why? becauze i get pissed at stupid shyt? i'm not suppozed to get pissed off. ever. phuk you all. i can't wait to sit and watch your karma come around. phuk, man. but it's ok to watch other people blow up, like denis leary, sam kinison, or bill hicks. they're all yelling on stage, and it's cool, people like it, they pay money to see it. phuk all a you. you'll never see, you'll never understand how phuking retarded that iz. what the phuk. and people say i'm "out of cuntrol"... yeah... aren't we suppozed to be??? look phukin around you. my own phuking mother sayz i'm "out of cuntrol". yeah. izn't that the phuking point? catch on, or the 3volution train will leave you behind. dumb stupid cocksuckerz. so just hand me over to my worst enemy. yeah, hey doc, theze people aren't listening to me. you'da thought i'd put some sort of message in that. mindless. robots. retardz. or... what doez the bug dude say in men in black? barely conscious, un3volved pondscum. yeah. you talk about how the government iz suppressing us, but... we're... not suppozed to fight back? what iz this shyt? who came up with that little plan? they need to be fired and buried alive. you idiots will see. whether i have to pry your 3ye open with a jackhammer and the jawz of life, you will open your 3yez. i am vengence. you'd know that by now, if you had paid any attention to what i've written yearz ago. but phuk everything up, that's great. thanks. rize against the system, or you will die. only the strong survive. and all you are iz all you are. i'm so sorry for you. so sorry. so all hail the new flesh. becauze it suits me fine. this night iz where it all changez.

damnit all to hell

phukin christ dude. i typed up my job song, added a few thingz to it, and i just lost it. i phuking hate it when i do that. i went to restart the computer, and didn't save the notepad it waz in. and speaking of... izn't my kewlpad suppozed to be showing up? what the phuk iz this shyt man. listening to machine head, waiting for my mystress to get home. it's 5:55pm, she should be home in like ten minutes. so, i have to retype up my song again, and try to remember what i changed and added. maybe she can type it up. i wish i had more to say. i'm so phuking bored. i hate this shyt. i hate complaining. i hate lozing writingz. i hate typoz. goddamn shyt. you go to hell. you go to hell and you die. 3volve or die. bastard. with my billion dollar gun. i don't know what the phuk i'm talking about. not that anyone readz this shyt. and you phukerz who vizit and don't read, read and don't comment, comment but don't ponder. don't just say something, say something. shut up and talk. lord what foolz theze mortalz be.