Archive for June, 2008

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sunday

June 8, 2008

i think the human mind can adapt to pretty much anything. vegetarians can eat other human beings, drink their blood and gouge their flesh, devouring, tearing as our baser instincts for survival kick in. a normal healthy man can saw through muscle and bone of his own arm with a blunted butter knife to walk home to his family.

war torn rape pillaged villagers continue sowing crop and reaping the harvest, ad executives step over their dead bosses and handle accounts, crowds watch in glee as a public flogging rips open backs and sinews and tendon of one of their own.

children, small children, blast holes into the faces of their friends and cheer at a frag won, little girls slice open frogs intestines and lab coated ghouls infect small white furry creatures with every disease known to man to kill them off in the name of science.

and women. battered abused women, go back to the place all the horrors occurred. mothers continue to put up with the awful excesses husbands enforce on them, forty years of submission and berating and awful awful bucolic rage because that is the way of life.

a small green seed will push through the hardest substance known to man and grow in the face of a mountain of hardened black lava. one sperm out of 5 million will swim up a giant canal 50 times its size and impregnate one tiny egg, salmon will swim upstream fighting a G-force that would knock the eyes out of a human pilot to mate and die, and life goes on, just as it always has, skewed towards stupid males who spend their time in ignorance, perpetuating injustice in the name of humanity and women continue to support them for survival.

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saturday

June 1, 2008

Lying on the ground. Cheek on the dirty carpet. Can see the dark under the bed.

His booted foot, his grunts as he labors from the exertion of slapping you so hard you fell.

His shoe, winding back, connecting with your stomach, the pain less than the shock and the feeling of disbelief, betrayal and hatred.

He’s sitting across from you next to your mother, laughing at a story your father is telling him. Everyone is eating a nice civilized meal, relieved you are going back to the lying disrespectful bastard. You choke down the bile with a genteel sip of mineral water.

He tells you that the vacation you’ve been planning with your family can’t happen.

This petty, small minded fucking fool.

And you know hate.

The cold, simmering kind that will twist your gut and give you cancer.

And you know you can kill him.

Watch him bleed to death and walk away without a qualm for the rest of your life because he deserves it.

And all you can do is plan how it’ll happen so you’ll finally get rid of him