Just had a fairly moderate rage explosion, at a group of roadworkers doing work outside my home, for the Nth f*cking time recently. Been enduring their noise, right outside, since about 9.30 am. The last straw, now afternoon, is when sby turned loud/bassy vehicle radio on (WHY for f*cks sake, do car stereo's have BASS TO KILL????!!!!
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. So i put a heavy-metal cd on my stereo, turned volume up to max, bass on superwoofer mode, turned a speaker around - and began BLASTING them. Give the noisy f*ckers a taste of their own medicine. Shouting blue murder & all kinds of obscentities (eg 'just do your business and then **** off!!!') outside my house at them, as well as smashing cans, popping empty milk packets, etc. Seeing just how much bullshit i can give them, before the evil from their tiny, common/"normal" brains starts seeping out (also seeing how much i can take). I heard a bit of laughter, & sth like 'talking to yourself' (ridiculing me; so i laughed back, and shouted 'nah, i'm talking about you!') - so clearly, as per usual, it doesn't take much at all to collapse their fake/perfect "house of cards", to reveal the insidiousness that is inside the god-forsaken demons that they truly are (& inside almost all "normals" on this planet).
Neighbour sitting in chair, smugly contemplating the "funny" events taking place. F*ck her.
I know they're just doing their job, and didn't mean to anny me, but when when i start getting riled-up, the truth matters not, but i start believing in (mainly) lies (my own lies about them & their intentions) - that is i become paranoid, and that is when i am in danger of my rage coming to the surface (or my "Mr Hyde" as i like to call it). God, i feel like a complete crazy/mental nut-job, when i do things like this!!
I think things have been "getting" to these past few days, DEEP sh*t, PROFOUND sh*t, LIFE s*it.
Bathed in sweat, from the heat, stress, craziness & beer
Can i go outside again today, do i dare?
People suck shit
That's the sum of it
They drive me into crazy places
Make me pull crazy faces
The past tortures the present
And the present is full of dissent
But the storm is over, tornado gone
Now i'm back to gentlemanly Dr Jekyll, gentle as a swan
Still generally teetering on the edge
At times the edge of the ledge
Suffering the inner torment that doth dredge
When will all this end?
I want no more, to my life, for crappy sh*t to append
When will i ascend?
Where will i go?
How will i grow?
How will i know?
At the end, what will i have to show?
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(PiP, Poetry in Progress ... < SUSPENDED >)