Welcome to the real world... Sans Magique

These goddamn sperm sacks and greasy flaps that strut around as if the struggling world owes them something much more specific than anything. From the simple cacophony of single mothers in their late teens, pushing their mistakes in front of them to the cold hearted swagger of the next ignorant idiot, I struggle to see any more than an over populated wasteland. Here we are crammed together like the chickens  the RSPCA spent thousands on freeing, yet there is a sincere lack of care throughout the gaps between us.

It is toss, and welcome to it… Jumped up pricks of local and foreign origins spurting their misled ideas as if they came off the rocky back of fact, cancerous funds keeping us high in the numbers and these tiny incomplete people, ready for the knife fight at the age of twelve. I yawn, writhe and panic at the reality of it all.

Take it as it is; a rape of reality. What more could we possibly want than cars fitted with thumping machines, women with machine-gun wombs and a few channels of vacant distraction to allow the senses to accept it all. Ignore music and replace it with repetition, ignore entertainment and replace it with a sad ramification of welcomed mistakes.

I sigh in order to breathe. Even those who have noticed have exchanged concern with a pretentious edge that takes concern, throws it out the window of a new-build council flat and replaces it with some tweed trousers and a degree in a soon to be forgotten literature. Next thing you know, the people we invited to our country will be going spaz and insisting that they must be certain areas in our major city in which we cannot enjoy any of our necessary distractions…oh wait!

Whilst on that sticky topic of religion, and all of its traps I must say that in the highly unlikely event of any of you meeting God, Allah etc, I think you will be particularly disappointed with their reaction as to how you have decided to conduct your lives. First off, and most importantly, it is not real…none of it. Second of all, the concept that you are somehow deserving of a little respect due to your dedication is one of the sickest jokes I am yet to hear. Basically it sounds a little like ‘I’m a desperate moron terrified of reality and you should listen to me.’

I finish here, because the fuckers outside my window with the respect that Hitler showed for the Jews are in the forefront of my mind. I leave you thinking about well-justified killings and what I could do with a couple of kitchen knives, but of of course… I reside in a one way humanitarian country: I must put up with their inability to shut up. I must put up.