Salt water

I miss the time when there was fear in our society. I miss the wild wests simple sense of justice, the romans crucifixions and the Spartan lykurgis. I'm tired of this idiotic be good to one another at any cost bullshit. People don't deserve good. They deserve base ball bats to they're faces and knees. The sharp sensation of being thrown to asphalt, and the lovely backhand of the stern older man to be reckoned with that had some semblance of an idea of what the fuck he was talking about. Fuck your goddamned equality, your political correctness and above all, fuck you, you weakling watered down pathetic excuses for Men and women that use the freedoms of this great country only enough to make sure we all lose more and more of them every day. I shit on all of you. Fuck you. You pathetic fucking whorish little fucks, you cowardly idiotic uneducated softened politically correct overly apologetic dipshits. I hope you burn in a hell that reflects how poorly and gutlessly you lived your miserable fucking lives.

Brick walls

Walking in a group, being myself and making everybody laugh, one of them said I was a living cartoon character, most people say that I'm absolutely insane, out of my mind crazy. That there really is something deeply wrong with me that's equally fascinating and disturbing. I was making crazy faces and singing songs that don't rhyme at the top of my lungs. Slipping and sliding across ice covered parking lots acting a fool, and laughing my ass off at how much fun it is. Eventually somebody said what everybody else says, what's wrong with you. They always smile when they ask me like it's going to give them better chances when I answer. I continued to have fun, while replying to his question i was spinning in circles on the ice and pretending to be the conductor of a symphony. And I said good sir you will never Know all the women I took to bed, things i've done or places that I've been. How many crowds of people have cheered my name, And how after doing that and then living normal life how little I care.
They looked perplexed as I started skating away on some more ice, and I ended up asking a question that I didn't know I had asked myself, but I'd inadvertently answered.
What would you do. If you truly acted they way you wanted, if you said what you were thinking about, did the things that you desired, and chose not to be defined by the opinions of the people in your life that chose not to love you because of who you really are.
Would you find yourself to be a lot more like me.
They didn't understand, they're brick walls, sheeple as a man I know calls them.