the great lunatic week ending

my body feels dead. my skin is crawling and cringing. i feel so sick. i smell like cancer. this stomach.

this is what rich people force to happen to poor people.

and since no one thinks that's wrong, i plan to change your mind.

only responsible adults change their minds frequently.

only immature, paranoid children have imaginary friends they call 'god'.

it's about time you wake the fuck up, grow the fuck up, and learn your fuckin' lesson.

you're children. and i can prove it on a burrito wrapper.

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i hate people who drink alcohol. you have no taste buds or brain cells, and that creeps me out.
i hate people who drink coffee. you have no taste buds, and that creeps be out.
i hate people who drink energy drinks. you have zero taste buds, and that creeps me out.
i hate people who drink gatorade. your taste buds are dead, you're shoveling vats of toxic goatpiss poison down your gullet, and no clue that there's a reason the government's feeding you that shit with brand names and shiny labels. your taste buds have been dead for a while now, and it's a strong indicator that you're not human, you're plastic, there's no soul making unique choices in there. too bad you can't see this from my perspective. i fucking hate the word 'latté'. i hate people who use that word. how many times do i have to explain this to you fucking goatroaches. i'm sick of having to state my preferences, because i'm not like you. i see humans acting like eachother, and then i see me, and none of you are looking at me, or giving half a shit that i have different preferences. seven billion of you uncreative, unimaginative fucks all have to drink the same fucking thing, and it tastes like shit, but no one can tell you that! what the fuck is wrong with you! evolve! develop some fucking taste buds and some fucking logic!

coffee is nastier than shit, and i'm pretty sure there's a chemical in the coffee bean that makes people stupid.
my proof for that theory is on the billboard opposite the seven eleven.
beer is nastier than toxic goat puke, and smells even worse, but go ahead and keep drinking it.
all that energy drink gatorade horse shit... question what's in it before you swallow it.
i'll bet you a billion dollars that cum is actually healthier than energy drinks, and gives you more energy.
or have you all forgotten what the fuck protein is.

why can i not find a lady who prefers hot chocolate in the mornings, doesn't drink beer thinking she's a man who has to watch the game with the other guys. those types of girls, i always wish they were off in their room knitting something, rather than watching fucking football and thinking they like it. something tells me, you like it because your husband likes it. i know that's opinionated and crude, but it's the way i fuckin' think. i'm looking for the one woman on this planet who's impressed by that. and who drinks fucking hot chocolate in the mornings, and not fucking coffee, and lattés, and having to shout these retarded specified orders over a starfucks counter, 'extra tall caramel machiatto latté with caramel drizzle whip and nacho cheese for javier'. you fucking clones. fuck javier. fuck brent. and fuck greg clone number four thousand fifty two, inspected by number thirty five. i hate all of you. you make me want to kill myself to get off your fucking backslapping planet that sickens me every day of my life, i'm ashamed to be here, i'm ashamed to call myself a part of the human race, you're all plastic fucks in starbucks, and i fucking hate you. why can't i have a life here. are you all too lazy to fucking answer. do you not have the balls to theorize and hypothetically debate this with me. you're pussies. you're fearful, paranoid little fucking children. i fucking hate you. i hate your coffee, but what i hate more than coffee, is how popular it is through the last five hundred retarded fucking tasteless years. what i hate more than alcohol, is how fucking sickeningly popular it is. you disgust me. what i hate more than energy drinks is how fucking disgustingly popular they are, that's all i can find in the stores now. have you idiots not tasted this shit? it tastes like the government washed your mother through a metal tube with a broom, then threw her into a meat grinder, then repackaged her in that sausage casing stuff, turned her into a fuckin' slim jim, then torched it and cooked it into some form of crack rock, crushed it down into powder, stirred it into a bucket of cow piss, slapped a label on it, and you fucking drank it, you fucking turd goat. can you not taste that? do you need to be synaesthetic like me to see what's going on here? you're literally being fed lies, and you just buy them up, cause you're dumb enough to smile while you're doing it, and tweet about it later.

i know there's a wonderful lady out there who doesn't have to be like everyone else.
i know there's a wonderful lady out there who drinks hot chocolate in the mornings.
i know there's a wonderful lady out there who likes metal, comedy, nudity, evolution, and hot chocolate.
i know there's a very special woman out there who is just as disgusted by clones as i am.

where are you, hunny. we're about to have a good time, i'm just waiting on you.

that's always my luck. that's what i get for being an evolutionist, i have no luck.

no luck...
no ladies...
no life...

at least i have taste buds.

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dear lord,

i know you're not there.
i hate all these people.
i cannot stand a single one of them.
i can't stand looking at them any longer.
the immature scumfucks dragging their pants on the ground still.
i'm sick of looking at your ass hanging out.
grow the fuck up and pull your fucking pants up already. it's no longer cool.
someone needs to tell you, fads don't last that long.
your mama should have smacked the shit out of you.
the fact that she never did makes me want to smack a clue out of her.

my mother taught me that interruptions are rude.
apparently she didn't teach anyone else.

lord, i hate your people. i hate your planet. i hate your products.
please keep these people away from me today.
i need to meet the open minds, and i cannot waste any more time.

i cannot stand looking at these people any longer, lord.
hot plastic women who can't afford to notice me.
every one of them chasing after the same guy.
not a one of them can break away from that herd and notice me.
that sickens me.
you sicken me.
all of you.

these plastic men, they look just like ken dolls, i can still see the plastic seal line, and the 'patents pending' etching, you all have the same tattoos, the same haircut for the same price, and you all feed into a system without even knowing... let me clarify for you.

the government gives us a menu, a list of things we can be in life.
if you order off that menu... if you buy any of their products... if you do anything they suggest...

you're a fucking clone. a mindless, choiceless, ballless, soulless clone. i don't know how better i can tell you.

the only way you would listen, is if your god told you, and admitted that he lied to you. but he'll never do that, cause he's not here, so whatever you say god says, he must be saying, without even realizing that if you can talk to him, and i can't... you don't think that's unfair in any way, you'll just tell me i'm not praying hard enough. i don't believe enough. go ahead and point out about thirty more faults of mine, how i'm just doing everything so wrong, and i have to be just like you in order to show up in god's searchlight, yeah, go ahead, cause i haven't bought that product lie yet, so keep selling it to me relentlessly, maybe one of these days i'll actually buy it.

i'll give in...
i'll give up...
i'll compromise...
and you get to remain king...
always right...
perfect and infallible...

how paranoid and stupidly human of you, to put a man in the sky, to prevent others from getting up there.

that tells me so much about you. that you'll never be willing to learn, let alone realize your mistake.

it's taken you two thousand years. i don't think you're gonna get it. i could give you every chance in the book.

pardon the pun.

but nature tells me you just need to be deleted. you should never have been here.

humanity must survive your ignorance.

'when there are no thrones, we can all live like kings'.

(i want to take that one a little further)...

when there are no gods, we can all live like gods.

the only solution i can see from my hell, is for your expensive heaven to fall.

your delusion to be revealed as the delusion it is.
your lies...
your fantasies...
your denial...

god, please, bring the day... if there's no god to tell you that you misunderstood him... that kind of seems obvious to me, but i'm obviously the only one.

let me see if i can put this a better way.

if your god is not up there in the sky to tell you how you misunderstood him...

well, fuck it, for the life of me, i cannot finish that sentence. it's already done. it is its own period.

no one will ever realize that.

but i'll keep preaching it till the day i die. you're wrong.