I think that, honestly, the One Being I HATE more than anyone else is God, and so what with everything, I have more than an added impetus to WANT to find out just how the fuck to get to Him.
I do not trust Him one little bit though, because it makes no sense that He should just LET me go ahead and hate Him, and do as I please and He will stand for it, yes?
But I have since learned the futility of trying to second guess the One who made water, and so, I am focusing only on me, and these are the few things I am giving you the heads up before my departure... soon.
There was a bit of a delay, and NO, yesterday's post was NOT aimed at my father, but at the fools that read these posts; I am still set to go, it is just different methods will be employed to receive the money:- no paper trail.
Anyway, this is what I want, and the first rule is that I am not and will never do anyone any favours, or lead anyone into paths of self-awareness so that they become better people. Hell, no. I am not interested in being anyone's lackey, which means basically that you people and every living thing on the planet, will DIE, in two separate incidents.
Right now, every other living thing and all those people I do not like and all those that I do not give a fuck about, will go to hell, and burn there as long as the earth remains.
Only the few people that I have actually had time to look twice at will get to live a bit, and then as i have said before, just decompose when the truth hits them.
I have been unable to get mad enough to just blast holes in the sky and cause lghtning to come crashing down, but as i promised long ago, this is what will happen. First sign you will get that you are doomed to die will be the lightning striking that gallery woman's car, and that building also, and then the earth splits open, hell is exposed, you fall in and you start slowly becoming barbecue.
I will probably be having a shower, then, or having a decent meal somewhere. Not that I care much. I have discovered, past few days, that I never had any taste buds to speak of, and everything tastes forgetable after I eat it, and as i said yesterday, I do not really, really, care that much what heppens to people, I have been guarding myself against God to the extent that it is only NOW that I am sure that He will never (and was never, to begin with) use me for someone else's benefit.
I am not His servant.
I hate Him
just as I have grown to hate a lot of people who poke their noses in my business
All of whom will die.
Guess that is the only genuine emotion that I really have, hatred. Of being imposed upon. Of being made to do things, like figure out a path of least resisitance when in effect that should never have been the case because I never fucking asked for this, and do not even want to be alive.
yeah, I see me in a spaceship.
Guess He has got His wish, and roused me from my lethargy and made me angry enough to seek Him out.
fuck, I hate God!
I see the lion wake up
gideon boots them lace up
them falling down and break up
some girl where are model in a make-up..
