missing dinner

well, i decided, fuck dinner and fuck the psychic, i'd rather be lazy for the rest of today and stay here and write. i feel like i need to. i felt like i needed to yesterday. so, back to the story of my children and the destruction of my life that no one thinks really happened. and you call me a skeptic. mutherfucker, i'm a scientist. i put skeptics to shame.

my son was born december twentyninth, two thousand seven, at seven:fiftyfour pm.

because the mother of my children was a total fucking goat roach slob, cps got involved. oh, she'll blame it on me till her vocal cords cough up a death rattle of snake venom and crackhead cum, but that's just part of her psychological diagnosis, you see. i'll give you an example of what a slob she was.

her and my mother were exactly the same. don't ask freud about that one, ask christopher titus instead. they would both sit and watch the reality television show 'hoarders', and they'd both say 'at least i'm not that bad'. while my daughter's crawling over these adult sized piles of trash around me. go ahead, you flaming fucktwat, blame that on me again. i'm listening real well.

so, cps got involved, and the case started january twentythird, two thousand eight. my son was less than a month old at that point. and this is how the case got started. they took her and i into a locked room, and paid no attention to me, ignored me, silenced me, excluded me from the dealings in the room. if you don't believe that, don't worry, it won't matter long, you're on my shitlist.

oh, and by the way, for those questioning who's at the top of my shitlist, who's going to be the first one i kill on this godfucking goatpuking planet, i'd love to introduce you to your answer. here's item number one on my shitlist:

Daddy's Shitlist:

1. god.

does that enlighten you properly?

now, with that out of the way. they locked us in a room, but only talked to her, the weak one. i kept trying to strengthen her during the... what i call, the vulture seduction. you've all seen those interrogation scenes in the movies? i might make it through those, whereas she would flop like a fish on an engine block. she was sitting there in tears, and they kept pushing her for an answer, to make a decision, whether she wanted them to 'just take leary for now', or 'take both the kids'. they were trying to see how strong of a parent she was. when she buckled, and said the word 'coerced', there went my kids. try blaming that on me, go ahead, my ears are wider than the gap in your resumé.

that was january twenty third, two thousand eight. i remember the day, which pretty much proves all your little theories wrong right there, if you can pay attention enough. almost out of time again. i hate limitations and restrictions and concrete. you take my kids, i'll take your money. just guess how serious i am.

fuck it, i'll leave this here, and get back to it later, if i stay. i hate breaking my thoughts like this, but your wonderful libraries dictate it, in hopes of being 'fair' to everyone. but you all know in your hearts, it's unfair. remember, i do have a flabby ass now. and you sure got a pretty mouth.