Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Grimes

Grimes may be a musical genius, but she has no right doing those operations on us nor advertising them. 

I have rights, even though I am mentally ill.  You don't get to strip me of them for your own sordid purposes and exploitation.

I write and dream of better things.  I am not allowed to experience much in my reality because I'm disabled and limited.  I've always put that aside and had my fantasies.  Yes, I had my hallucinations, too, both verbal and visual, though I stopped having them after they put me on medicine, which works, not like the lobotomy that has turned me into a happy idiot. GO TEAM!  You will now acquire world peace, and there will be bubbles and sunshine. 

I control and influence so much, after all.  Evil me.  I deserved the 8.5 month headache, being chased by the fallen and cyanide through my vents.  I don't know why I got angry...  It was addicting, however, to be allowed my own thoughts.

Bring it on.  I'm used to being the victim and picked on.  Not anymore.  I still haven't learned proper argument skills.  I will lash out in desperation because no one will listen to my viewpoints, even about my own body. 

They don't have to, yet I have to guess at the invisible...

I was happy on minimum wage.  I rode my bicycle to Subway and took pride in serving people.  I had to work 2-3 jobs to help people who don't appreciate me, and yeah, that was stressful.  However, if I ever have to go back to making minimum wage, I'll be fine. 

I like olives.
I like to write.  Yes, I do, yet again.

That's the deal breaker, the one they ignored: I write.  I may not be the best at it, but it is my way of expression, of feeling free.  It's all I have. I abhor painting and drawing.  I painted a few pictures to make a quick point, as many people don't like to read me.

The icon I use for my profile pic is a hallucination or a group of them, seeing beyond reality to a realm of soul and a sea of confusion.  That damn piece of shit, brain mudding punk used to occupy me all of the time. 

It came from the machines.  They made it.  Pleasing death, as usual.

WILSON!

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

So Putin got the thumbs down from his boss

He's described as "mediocre."

He was sent to go through newspaper clippings because his German wasn't good enough or something.  He doesn't whine about it, and he used that time to further himself.  He eventually became a President when his time was called.


Like he's a failure.  That's what the news is trying to say.

Float while you can because they'll come for you later.

And yes, I know the proving grounds.  I'm a bilge bitch, baby (Bad Romance -- by Lady Gaga).  I get it, the feeling.  I don't think the fumes were helping me.

I think this treatment of Putin was partly because he was so young and impatient. 

Excited.

It's a curse many feel when they are looked down upon by others in those services.  Hold on, your time will come.

Great... anyway,

 Also, being picked to go to special training is random for the most part.  When I was an 88L, one male was sent to Afghanistan.  Randomly. Some were selected to get medical training and got to stick each other with needles.  I was, curse the heavens above, sent to a live fire.  Also, I was sent to do chemical drills in MOP gear.  Of course, it was in El Paso and the middle of the summer.  I was crazy when they put me on funeral duty.

It's like a time warp to me.  I'm still waiting, buddy.