everything at once
Posted: November 5th, 2005, 8:53 pm
Got to get some new shit on the go. I got to get something on the go. I am talking to myself in line for coffee. The old crazy lady with what looks like plastic rap that you use for sandwiches. And oh fuck she’s got a change purse. I need my fucking coffee BITCH. But I have to control my anger. MAN GOES CARZYIN LINE FORCOFFEE? I can see the fuck reporters going on about it, and the fucking talk shows. They’d have a clip of me saying “SHE was fucking moving too slow.” Portraying me like the cold hearted killer I would be if I did not have a bit of restraint.
She was finish before finished thinking about how much I hated her. I stood stiff. “hurry up buddy.” Somebody said.
“Small coffee.” I say. I regain my usually athletic way of going around. Maping. I am like Gretzky, always a step ahead.
People people people. Bullshit. Angry man in coffee shop. Fuck! And where is this literary fuck shit face going to take you. Not to the the moon populated by monkey’s with ray guns. That is someone eles domain. No I will take you down loser lane. Anyone care to join? Find out what those under achieving annoying fucker do and think? I don’t want to go either. But that is life. Why would you want to read this. You already have gotten this far, and only losers quit.
So I am zooming down a street. My legs are fucking moving (I don’t even havethe money to take the metro) the 45 cents in my pocket is changing around. People are not walking the way I want them to. Baldy and his stupid fat kids. And the are going to Mcdonalds (feed your kids right.) And hell I go to mc-d’s, all the time. I should talk. And it is a circle of hate and anger. And then it’s dumb rich guy with deadly cologne. Then it is whole arab family in the middle of the street and not moving for people in the way.
-he just hates every thing why do I want to read this?
“Fuck.” I say it over and over again. Under my breath. Then I start thing about how I’d tell the manager at work, after coming in all flustered and shit, that I’d killed some one over the week end, and did he know, or know of anyone that could “take care of a body.”
-nothing ever happens. Is all the same??
The end
She was finish before finished thinking about how much I hated her. I stood stiff. “hurry up buddy.” Somebody said.
“Small coffee.” I say. I regain my usually athletic way of going around. Maping. I am like Gretzky, always a step ahead.
People people people. Bullshit. Angry man in coffee shop. Fuck! And where is this literary fuck shit face going to take you. Not to the the moon populated by monkey’s with ray guns. That is someone eles domain. No I will take you down loser lane. Anyone care to join? Find out what those under achieving annoying fucker do and think? I don’t want to go either. But that is life. Why would you want to read this. You already have gotten this far, and only losers quit.
So I am zooming down a street. My legs are fucking moving (I don’t even havethe money to take the metro) the 45 cents in my pocket is changing around. People are not walking the way I want them to. Baldy and his stupid fat kids. And the are going to Mcdonalds (feed your kids right.) And hell I go to mc-d’s, all the time. I should talk. And it is a circle of hate and anger. And then it’s dumb rich guy with deadly cologne. Then it is whole arab family in the middle of the street and not moving for people in the way.
-he just hates every thing why do I want to read this?
“Fuck.” I say it over and over again. Under my breath. Then I start thing about how I’d tell the manager at work, after coming in all flustered and shit, that I’d killed some one over the week end, and did he know, or know of anyone that could “take care of a body.”
-nothing ever happens. Is all the same??
The end