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i know random not very important except to me, stuff. like fanta was made for the nazis. i also blurt out things that dont make any sense.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Bad Bad Mood.

you know when you feel like shit, and you think eveyone is ignoring you and wishing you would just step far enough away from them so they cant see you? well im feeling like that today, well for the best part of a week, but time is not the issue, right? its only the amount of times the moon goes around the earth as it in turn goes round the sun.

the only think that has cheered me up was going to see Ross Noble yesterday, he is a funny man, if i could give awards for funny people he would surely get one, but sadly i dont, and thats because im not a funny person, and only funny people get to give things out to other funny people. hes not the only one that would get one, dont get me wrong. alot of people would wit and sarcasm may be the lowest form of comedy, but its bloody side cracking.

also i was getting really sick of hearing about 9/11 this week, i know it was a devastating thing to happen, but all this rubbish about 'fighting terrorism' is driving me crazy, all we are doing is making a group of people feel guilty over something they really shouldn't because a small minority do something stupid. am i the only one who things that blowing people up is more humane then having suspected terrist tortured? because what was happening in those american camps were wrong, and it still going on in those wonderfully nicknamed 'torture planes'. those pictures our 'brave', 'loyal' soldiers had taken of themselves with those poor men, stripped and humilated, what the hell were they supposed to prove? all i got was that we are really the barbarians, we are the ones who should be locked up.

and what is all this because of?? thats right, you get a gold star, bloody religion!! every war i can think of has come down to one religion or another, people being killed all because of some rubbish about this all powerful invisible bloke making us. it makes you sick thinking about all those people who got murderered for no other reason then them believing in a 'god' that the murderer calls by a different name, because thats the only difference between any of them.

i know this may not make any sense writing this after shouting my head off just now, but on another note, to all those old friends i use to have, im sorry i lost touch. if only i had meet up with you more, and argued over petty things less, i wouldn't feel so lonely and hollow.

Flamagated Binchvoyd
xXx

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