...after what a COMEDIAN says about something AS A JOKE, then you truly are a mindless fucking puppet. Nothing but an impressionable ball of clay, and they're molding you into their slave. Johnny The Homicidal Maniac By Jhonen Vasquez is a book made for entertainment. And I seem like a hypocrite by quoting this: Surveyor: ...So what do you think of the idea that violence on television and other media...
I'd usually put more effort into being witty in my posts, but today I'm just too tired. Well, last week was exceptionally tiring, and I'm feeling a tad drained at the moment. The house was taken over...have to speak to him as well. It's so hard to pretend to listen to his stories, without strangling him with his own tongue. But I've lasted this far without killing, so I may as well try to go further
Day Four Your Name: Arietta Suicidal Ideation: 5/10 Homicidal Ideation: 10/10 Amount of Sleep Last Night: 5. Any Lucid or Vivid Dreams? Explain.: Replays of the dance. Over and OVER. TORTURING ME. Moods Experienced Today: ANGERRRR. Triggers: HIM. HE TOOK HIM. HE TOOK ION AWAY FROM ME! Significant Thoughts of the Day: GIVE HIM BACK. GIVE HIM BACK. GIVE HIM BACK. GIVE HIM BACK...
*Todd's voice is heard, near hysterics. His words are disjointed.* That BLOODY BASTARD . How dare he, how DARE he come close to my wife?! *unintelligible muttering* My wife.. my lovemy precious... mylucy lucy.. I hurt her so much. I don't deserve life. ....let him kill me. *unintelligible muttering again* I'LL KILL HIM. I'LL KILL HIM. *sound of the door slamming*
Gone... A cold bed and a few feathers from angelic wings... I suppose it really is true...if I don't kill them when I get the chance they run away...flee...die without consideration... How cruel.....but the next will not be so lucky...How you thought you could save me. Your efforts were in vain. An Angel is an angel, after all... And a demon...will always remain a demon. No good deeds.
...out. I talk when I type and I was sort of screaming at the computer at that moment. Random? I know. I believe that no one really likes me but they put up with me because I get pissed easily. And....I'm homicidal, but thats beside the point. I believe the world is crap. Maybe our entire life is a figment of our imagination. It's a weird thought but I've had a lot of time on my hands. I've noticed something...
...to study sometimes. So, Okay. What else... FINANCIAL AID: The people that work there are so.. feebleminded. They should not be allowed to breed. They are just so moronic and it makes me feel homicidal. I could seriously and easily turn into this huge psychotic episode! They keep fucking up everything. First they didnt have this form so i fill out the stupid ass form and take it to their office...
