Too Fat, Too Dumb, Too Sick to Live by Novid
Novid

Too Fat, Too Dumb, Too Sick to Live

by Novid in The Invaild Manufesto

Nobody hears, nobody cares and when they ask me if i care i say i could matter less.

I woke up to a dream that continues to die, to a feeling that curviaces into numbness. Who sings for us? Who acts for us? Tired of the war stories? But the war has never been fought.

They have made us into a blob. Amboas. Myspace become a jackpot for you sexual deviants of all strips, and you sit fat...happy and wishing to accept that fatness as greatness.

Your not great, not as much as your children are being sheltered by your peers, and peverted by your brothers and sisters in a struggle that never ends.

I wonder, what takes a man to kill his own childern, just keep you idiots happy? What makes a man go to war and he cannot fight the way he was trained...whats makes a woman who is 60 pounds overwight forcing themselfs with there inushia games, and there bishi ways...what makes a adoesnct trying to become a man have to do it with another adoencest of the same sex because all the young women are eather pregnant, about to be pregnant, not intellgent, vain to the point of evil, drugged up, cocked up, drunk on qualuides hussies, and just all and all grotestic to the point that in order to keep any sence of realitiy, a new and even more fanstatical world is created- dark where there is cute, ugly where there is pretty, sin where there are kisses, and more from a spritual lesser.

Welcome to blade runner, and you dont need a Pyriamd to get there. Just look at Dubai for a moment and wonder how souless it is? Large buildings, lots of night clubs, No aspect of the sprituality...

And now you keep wondering...Whats next for humanity? Whats next for us...

I rather not see another human being other than my grandmother or my uncle (who both i havent seen) for the rest of my life. I keep being betrayed everytime i deal with another human being. I wanted to best of life
But now I wonder if the best days of my life is behind me...

My parents have to fix a house i left years ago. They have been betrayed by the people they work with and the people that was supposed to protect them. My dad tries and tries to be nice but they just keep hurting him.

I been so angry the last 7 years of my life, and this anger grows everyday. Im angry and there is nothing to stop it. But then i realised that my anger is my only friend. Because every time i always get betraied, my anger takes over. Sometimes its for good and sometimes its for bad, but I dont regret it.

I dont think there many humans in the world who friend, is only true friend, has been anger, and dispair, and sturm and angst. I dont think i have shed a tear. Maybe i cant anymore. Sheading tears is usless...

I dont fear death. Fot the first time in my life...I realise if im gonna die, i better find the right tools to do so...

I dont want to be a slave to any body or any human consept of relationship anymore. If i want to deal with you or have something say ill say it...otherwise im tired of just talking presntries or trying to find the right one...

The right one is dead, and there is no flowers in a world of blobs, sheblobs, and wyverns.

Just leave me and my anger alone. Let me stay this way and if God or whatever yall believe wants to take me, then let him do so.

Just dont cry for me.

Im on a journey, and will die a journymans death.

Let go of your convictions...

Because it means nothing once we all go to the grave...

Death is the only happyness for the sickness that is humanity.

For the people that lost the will to live...judgement has decreed...

Death is the only way out for them

and for us.

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