Diary of an old man - the little things left
I just simply do not care anymore. There is nothing in this life for me. No food to tingle my pallet no drink to get me smiling no sport for me to follow no drug to keep me alive
You must think what a grotesque ugly cunt I cannot disagree but when you've seen the things i've seen, son you would be siting right behind me.
A world of arrogance of power of greed of envy of lies of death of cries will leave you absolutely head-over-heals disgusted, revolted of the world WE made.
you WILL lose all hope and finally punch the wall of truth and realise we are simply a narcissistic brain controlling a stinking decomposing flab of meat right in the middle of a deceitful mess and i want no part of it.
there are just few things however That have not yet to become fashion faces I feed the stupid birds who know nothing of rape I buy fucking expensive cat food for that cat who just wont shut up I call up a whore because no one else on this fireball of shit give an absolute damn about me anymore.
It is pure fucking logic I do not have that air of scumbag entitlement i have no need to satisfy your revolting minds.
All i need is someone/thing to not care whether i kill the damn bird or make it a home to care only about my pleasure and believe me, they aren't much to keep me from dropping dead and stinking the entire block.
Life is not a fucking dress Kelly gets that. she is always naked, just how i like them.
writer’s note Part 7 of my Diary Collection: diary of a whore diary of a married man diary of a shy boy diary of a worried woman diary of a forgotten boy diary of an old man Feel free to comment, recommend, love, question..