this damned food

from some "fast food" place.
Someone brought it over here.
A kind gesture...Like people do sometimes. thinking they're helping you. And they're killing you. The fucking blame. From someone lovely and deadly. I'd almost punch her in the face right now, if i saw her. Because it was me who ate one of these sandwiches. Fast Food.
Nearly not......

I hate fast food. I hate the people who eat it and i hate the people who make it.
I hate a lot of things.
A lot of people.
and sometimes i hear bullshit from some savage freedom/love lover about loving people and whatever else they want to shove in my face...And i want to vomit their remains back onto their own souls.


I'm sick of the Disgusting.
and i need to get away, even tho things hold me back.
And i know virtually nothing when i get down to it (again).....
Hendrix doesn't exist.
Thom Yorke doesn't exist.
But i'll see him today.
Fuck you and it all. I can't wait.