I feel my stomach turn, my bile rise, when I read about the post-White House Obama’s. The personal inflation seems too damn high, gratuitous for ones we deem saints, yet Bloomberg I can’t help but admire.
How curious that double standard, how uncomfortable this real.
I guess like most I just wish they could be more, but no, it seems they twoo are human, that wretched thing. Too human by half, so left wanting.
I just got off the phone with Shoshauna during my break. During the call a woman turned around to ask me to lower my volume, her phrasing implying that it could be knob controlled. “could you turn the volume down a bit please?”
Unfortunately for her, I am otherwise knob controlled, and instead felt a deep, nearly animal compulsion to continue the course of calamity and cacphonize away. It irked me, as I felt I spoke no louder than the rest, but then I noticed the neck twitching each time I cursed, so thought to test my theory further and cast out my lure to see what delight I can catch, and oh look, it’s a lovely frigid old blonde cunt, excellent.
One sentence, two curses, and poof, they vanished. I truly am a being of great magic and mayhem indeed. Today, or maybe yesterday, and almost certainly a tomorrow, another boy named Sam, 16, was killed in silly gun violence by a peer.
Acting gallant, Sam, 16, broke up an incident with bully and victim/victim and victim. As the older and wiser individual, young Sam, 16, stepped forward to correct this simple wrong and make such waste no more. Such waste, Sam 16, lambasted and lamented at how bully/victim treated victim/victim, how carcinogenic these actions were upon the whole human flesh, and so they all broke, and went on with their lives, splinters splintering. Bully/victim, 15, found Sam, 16, two days later and shot him dead in their small apartment complex there in Arlington, complex indeed.
Another young boy named Sam got shot today, and bled out upon his home grown land. A native son on native soil died the old death of the native, fired dead by the rounded steel bullet.
Someone got shot outside Fiesta last month, someone died walking from their car on New Year, because machismo likes to shoot with fireworks into the air. A young man shot a police officer who had peaced lips and arms in the air, then fled from the young woman he was ere beating to flee to the local elementary, and the flash of bullets fired has lit up my shaded night windows.
All the while train horns blow, all the while dead dogs are left to rot along roadsides, all the while chemical plant cornucopias fumigate devil delights into our air, all the while all the while all the bile.
Another young man named Sam, 16, got shot today, and all because he tried to do something right, something holy, something “christian” (retch), all because he tried to do something right, and all the rest of that “all because” that “all because” we comfortably/uncomfortably call politics.