douchebags with money

fuckin' the bane of my existence on this wretched planet.

this pathetic plastic planet.

i can never seem to explain enough about me all at one time for people to actually understand anything about me, but i find these things also keep needing to be explained.

first of all. i'm sick of douchebag men staring at me. while your hot little side sluts can't even bare to look at me. i'll repeat that...

I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF MEN STARING AT ME!!!
LIKE I'M SOME SORT OF FREAK SHOW!!!

you're goddamn right i'm a freak.
i'm so glad i'm nothing like you.
i'll never have your douchebag haircut.
i'm so unlike you, it makes me cum.

did you hear that right?
do i need to repeat myself again?

i'm extremely proud to not be you. to be nothing like you. one of these miserable empty days, you'll have to understand that. whether i have to force it down your throat or not, you will comprehend.

only so many excuses to remain stupid.
and i'm watching the winds of evolution blow them over like dominoes.

whether your feeble mind can believe it or not, i can see the future. it doesn't take a psychic, it doesn't take a genius, it just takes a logical understanding of the chemical mixture around you, and its path of destruction and disaster behind you. i've said before, the more you understand the pathway behind you, the more it illuminates the way ahead. you morons won't understand that for another three generations, so don't strain yourselves, let your grandkids figure it out. they're already smarter than you anyway. you're just a consumer and that's all you'll ever be.

anyway.

i'm so sick of men staring at me.
why the fuck do so many men have to stare at me.

it's become apparent to me, that parents don't teach their stupid children not to stare these days... because the parents themselves were never taught not to stare. but they're adults, so their eyes are so imprisoned in this society, that you can see the fear shaking their eyes when they walk past me, trying not to look, not knowing what to think, trying to keep their eyes forward, trying to not be too awkward, when i'm the king of awkward. little do you idiots know, i'm laughing at you. it's appalling how dumb you are. i want to capture a ton of your idiocy on camera, i truly do. i want to write a book composed solely of the crap i hear you saying when you pass by me. i'm hoping people two thousand years from now can make some sort of... i don't know... montage? gonna make a montage!

so men... i know this is over your head, and you'll probly intentionally ignore it, or be a sarcastic, childish little bastard and do the exact opposite just to demonstrate how little respect you have for anything other than yourself, which, again, little do you know, we're already painfully aware of. like we need to be made any more aware of how disrespectful and stupid you are.

strange, my mom's words coming out of my mouth. obviously still needs to be said.

now, here's something else i can bet you a billion dollars you still don't understand. you're just not capable. which, you know... i could hire a scientist, a psychologist, and a fuckin' priest to prove it, but why would i need to. but let's see if you can fit this concept into your egotistical head.

i'm happy being homeless.
i'm comfortable not having a home.
i'd rather build my own than pay some douchebag for four walls.
i'm sick of your economy, your selfish monetary society.
i'm sick of your excuses of why it has to stay this way.
those excuses are only based off your fears, nothing else.
you have to realize that.

i am nowhere near as weak as you.
i am nowhere near as fragile as you.
certainly nowhere near as stupid.

you love to assume that homeless people are lazy.
you don't have the time to find out the real reasons we're homeless.
you don't care enough to ask our story.
you can't afford to take a moment to listen and care.

why the fuck would i want to be you.

a careless, apathetic, selfish fuck like you, why would i want to be that?

if you can't even fathom why we prefer being homeless...
in a society that charges twice what disability is for a room...

are you really that clueless, or is the clue just beyond your price range?

i'm happy being homeless.

i don't need four walls to make me appear as more of a man.
i don't need a job to be worthy of a woman's touch.
i don't need to comply with your society's rules.
i don't need to submit to your demands.

i certainly don't need to be anything like you. you're not that special.

see, i know that you think you're special because of what you've accomplished and how much you got paid for it, but the fact that you can't understand my perspective of that, goes to show everyone how uninformed you are.

but... i know how shocking this concept is to you...

i don't need your home.
i don't need your paycheck.
i don't need your jaguar.

i'm already a better person than you.
i don't need material shit to prove it.
i don't need the suit and tie and hundred dollar douchebag haircut.
i don't need your shiny shoes and shiny happy fake smile.

the fact that i don't need that shit to be better than you...
the fact that i'm resilient enough to live on the streets...
the fact that i've learned how to live off about ten bucks a day...

those are fucking testaments...
those are fucking totem poles of success above you...
those are the biggest, most natural reasons why i'm better than you.

i'm brave enough to lose a home and survive.
i'm brave enough to get the fuck out and travel.
i'm lazy enough to get off my ass and live life.

yeah, see? caught ya. you think i'm lazy because i'm standing on a freeway exit holding a cardboard sign. you see me there, i see not only the look in your eyes, but the words written on them, the fears, the inhibitions, the excuses, the hidden but boiling urge to ask something.

yes, of course i see you. do you think i'm fucking blind?

'all i sell is cardboard and ink'. ...a bum.

of the dichotomy...
of the volatile coexistence...
between homeless freedoms and employed slavery...
between fears and bravery, excuses and balls...
between you and i...
ask yourself...
who do you think is more blind?

the person who can't afford to see the truth?
or the person who can't afford not to see the truth?

the person who can afford every excuse in the book to not see the truth?
or the person who had the truth forced on them because of your excuses?

'america cannot see anything,
america can nazi anything'... the antichrist.

really. go ahead. give it your most honest answer.

cause i'm hearing john lennon's 'imagine' being played in starfucks right now, so i'm feeling a little extra evil today. if an 'antichrist' were to exist, don't you think he would be strong enough to oppose your christ? to destroy delusions? oh, but you don't think you were deceived. well, there's something to cry about. your god is about to die. apparently we didn't crucify him good enough the first time. this time, we'll make sure he stays dead. resurrection... what a fuckin' illusion. but you bought the book. a fictional story. that's not my fault. but i'll gladly take all the blame. i've got an arsenal i keep it in. got a joke for ya. two douchebags walk into starfucks. one makes it out alive.

this douchebag walked into starfucks a while ago, hot little side slut with him...
as soon as he comes in the door and around the corner where he can see me...

he fucking stares. won't take his eyes off me. for about thirty seconds. just staring at me with this puzzled moronic look on his face, not knowing what to think of me, but too distracted to formulate a thought, most like the children who pass by me and can't stop staring while the parents refuse to look. is there any explaining you? is there any defining your ignorance?

i pray for intelligence quotient standards.

anything below a two hundred has to go. a volcano awaits you. sorry. that's our policy.

but everything i've said in this blog post right here...
the fact that men can't stop staring at me while women refuse to look at me...
combined with the fact that i'm comfortable being homeless...
and how shocking those concepts are to you, mister paycheck...

it's all evidence that i'm actually better than you.

you're too much of a coward to leave your house and drop your wallet.

meanwhile you're calling me lazy.

i wanted to walk up to that douchebag with the faggy hundred dollar haircut, put my knife to his nose, and say...

i'm so sick of douchebag men like you staring at me like i'm some sort of freakshow, meanwhile your hot little side sluts aren't brave enough to look at me. am i that interesting to you? am i that disturbing to you? keep fucking staring at me, asshole. she'd be happier with me, and i don't need your money. i'm gonna take your lady on a date tonight, and if you make one move in my direction, i'll cut your throat out and feed it to a bum.

then, when i'd let the lady go, i'd be super cheery up until the last split second that she gets to see my eyes, and just before i turn away, get an angry, hopeless look in my eyes, turn and walk away, and start doing my ranting about how much i hate this planet. just take the latch off that nuclear reactor, and let it fly out. 'i hate this life, i hate you cowards, i want to die!'. stuff like that.

see if it triggers any reaction other than 'huh?'. which it never does. i have scientific proof.

they couldn't wonder anything if they could afford to.

fucking coward skanks and the douchebags they date.
what the fuck is wrong with you plastic fucking clones?

the fact that there's something called 'perfectpeople.com' on this sick planet, but i'm the only human puking on it... what does that tell you? no one else is sick? puking?

that's puzzling, cause i smell vomit everywhere. hmm.

at least i'm not a douchebag.
at least i'm not a fucking snob.

and i never wanted your fears.

but if those fearful eyes stare at me one more time, i'll be the last thing they see.

think i'm fuckin' around?
wanna keep fuckin' with me?

just give me one excuse...
these days, it won't take me much.

get this through your thick, rich, selfish fucking skull...

I AM NOT YOU!!!
I NEVER WILL BE!!!
I DON'T HAVE TO BE!!!
YOU'RE A DOUCHEBAG WITH A WALLET!!!
YOU'RE A FUCKING CHILD!!!

that's all you'll ever be.
your mother raised you wrong.
i have every reason and right to despise you.
you're a sick, evil, stupid, pathetic fucking creature.
go buy more fears and excuses.

you evolve nothing.

STOP FUCKING STARING!!!