I think the song is called deportees, buju banton, and that is the one from which this line is taken, and now that I have let my very mercurial temper get its fair shot, it is time for the cold warrior to get back into play. I guess this is why I am not that effective a person... fuck.
i mean, here I am, with 1:45 minutes to go of the four hours, and I am ... re-thinking things because I can not just DO things just to prove things to people, and make myself 'worthless' .
no, I guess my craziness has direction, and I am still effectively cold-minded enough to still want to get to the bottom of all things, and find out just what was going on with these people.Before, as the bad guy in 'Dog City' used to say, "we get senselessly violent".
now, I wanted to spend the rest of the time watching , for example Madagascar 3 the full movie, just to see how it compares with Madagascar 2, Escape to Africa, which to me is the best movie I have ever seen, but then, I did as the screen said, and clicked here to watch in full screen, got instead G,I. Joe, Full Retaliation, and watched it a bit anyway, till the part where ... roadblock... said, "not the first time you sent a girl screaming out of the room" when duke had scared the guy's two little girls and they ran off, and duke riposted, "Not the first time I sent TWO girls screaming out of the room" to which his friend said, "totally inappropriate', and so, I supposed that maybe, just maybe, I had over-reacted.
maybe my frustration with God is making me so volatile that I can not even relate to people any more without worrying abut some... snide [or supposedly snide] retaliation from God.
fuck, why do they NOT make me less susceptible to these bouts of rage by freeing me from God, and actually TALKING to me, because I can not STAND this life anymore.
I am a fucking prisoner here, and I hate every minute where God has to be some kind of intercessor between people. FUCK why do these people not actually bridge the gap and stop me from being so... fucking frustrated.
if only someone would just free me from this prison of the mind.
i remember laughing at this guy who said that the Goldbach Conjecture could not be solved, and I did it, and they made a movie about him, and he got so dysfunctional with imaginary friends that he had to ask someone to tell him if someone who came to consider him for a Nobel Prize? was actually real.
\ guess I need that, because I am not so sure of anything anymore. I KNOW that I would, once I figure out a person's motive, probably kill the person if she was not really interested in me but wanted to use my... OK... childishness... to her own advantage, but surely there exists someone who basically cares about ME and would act as a guide to my blind eyes?
things change...
yeah, right, I cxan not even kill myself. Does anyone have any idea just how pitiful that all is? I can not see for myself, nor 'judge by appearance" nor take anything in normal 3D like a normal human being, but must see in hyper text as well. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!!!
i mean, here I am, with 1:45 minutes to go of the four hours, and I am ... re-thinking things because I can not just DO things just to prove things to people, and make myself 'worthless' .
no, I guess my craziness has direction, and I am still effectively cold-minded enough to still want to get to the bottom of all things, and find out just what was going on with these people.Before, as the bad guy in 'Dog City' used to say, "we get senselessly violent".
now, I wanted to spend the rest of the time watching , for example Madagascar 3 the full movie, just to see how it compares with Madagascar 2, Escape to Africa, which to me is the best movie I have ever seen, but then, I did as the screen said, and clicked here to watch in full screen, got instead G,I. Joe, Full Retaliation, and watched it a bit anyway, till the part where ... roadblock... said, "not the first time you sent a girl screaming out of the room" when duke had scared the guy's two little girls and they ran off, and duke riposted, "Not the first time I sent TWO girls screaming out of the room" to which his friend said, "totally inappropriate', and so, I supposed that maybe, just maybe, I had over-reacted.
maybe my frustration with God is making me so volatile that I can not even relate to people any more without worrying abut some... snide [or supposedly snide] retaliation from God.
fuck, why do they NOT make me less susceptible to these bouts of rage by freeing me from God, and actually TALKING to me, because I can not STAND this life anymore.
I am a fucking prisoner here, and I hate every minute where God has to be some kind of intercessor between people. FUCK why do these people not actually bridge the gap and stop me from being so... fucking frustrated.
if only someone would just free me from this prison of the mind.
i remember laughing at this guy who said that the Goldbach Conjecture could not be solved, and I did it, and they made a movie about him, and he got so dysfunctional with imaginary friends that he had to ask someone to tell him if someone who came to consider him for a Nobel Prize? was actually real.
\ guess I need that, because I am not so sure of anything anymore. I KNOW that I would, once I figure out a person's motive, probably kill the person if she was not really interested in me but wanted to use my... OK... childishness... to her own advantage, but surely there exists someone who basically cares about ME and would act as a guide to my blind eyes?things change...
you never used to send no money home in your yard
your rent short
guess all you eat are brand
squander your money in all your living like that...
fuck, I can not see anything,and I can not live like this, not anymore. I need change, or I will...squander your money in all your living like that...
yeah, right, I cxan not even kill myself. Does anyone have any idea just how pitiful that all is? I can not see for myself, nor 'judge by appearance" nor take anything in normal 3D like a normal human being, but must see in hyper text as well. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!!!
