Plan
March 19th 2009 01:42
I have a plan.
As so any great people have said.
I wanted to say great men. But I might have been strung up by the feminists.
That could even be fun. Some of them are hot. But I dont like butch chicks.
It proves that I am insane, this plan. Because Ive executed this exact plan before. With utterly no result. And I read somewhere that repeating the same action and expecting different results is the definition of insanity. But its essentially the same plan.
Hang Out.
Not just anywhere. In the hunting ground. I can change the position. Ive got a new spot. Like a beast, claw my marks into the nearby trees and leave my scent for him to find. Ive got a new aspect though, so maybe Im not completely insane.
Are there varying degrees of sanity? Are you, just sane, and just insane? Is there an in between? Can I be, just a bit insane?
But yeah. I dont have to kill him, like I thought. I could just fuck him. That would be a great way to get the truth out of him.
And if I want to fuck with him but not fuck him? I could fuck his sister. Now that could be a lot of fun. Ive been giving that one a lot of thought. She recently had er girlfriend stolen by him, so I bet she's vulnerable as hell. Of course we'll have to get past the - arent you alwaysafter my brother thing, but Im slick. I can talk her around. That would spin that mother fucker right around, let me tell you. He hates lesbians. Totally threatened by them. Some guys are.
And my man? Oh, dont worry aboput him. Dont you know, we're playing in fantasy land right now? Dont hassle me with the real world when Im playing with knives and shadows. Its just not fair ok?
I get this problem. I decide Im going to piss people off. And I giggle about it. Because, due to my depth of insanity, I feel I know better than everyone. Even though Im insane. I feel like if people just did as I did - not what I said, mind you - then the world would be a much better place. Sometimes I get so full up on their goddamn idiocy I feel I have to smash my good sense right down their fucking throats.
But then I feel bad about it. Like shit, Im so insane I hide in my closet and cut myself. They are going to attack me, and I cant defend myself. What the hell did I go and do that for? Fuck. Now they are gonna have a go, and argue back with all this evidence and shi, and Im going to feel even more fucked up and tiny then I was before.
Back to the closet then. I mean, shit. Maybe I should get a pet.
As so any great people have said.
I wanted to say great men. But I might have been strung up by the feminists.
That could even be fun. Some of them are hot. But I dont like butch chicks.
It proves that I am insane, this plan. Because Ive executed this exact plan before. With utterly no result. And I read somewhere that repeating the same action and expecting different results is the definition of insanity. But its essentially the same plan.
Hang Out.
Not just anywhere. In the hunting ground. I can change the position. Ive got a new spot. Like a beast, claw my marks into the nearby trees and leave my scent for him to find. Ive got a new aspect though, so maybe Im not completely insane.
Are there varying degrees of sanity? Are you, just sane, and just insane? Is there an in between? Can I be, just a bit insane?
But yeah. I dont have to kill him, like I thought. I could just fuck him. That would be a great way to get the truth out of him.
And if I want to fuck with him but not fuck him? I could fuck his sister. Now that could be a lot of fun. Ive been giving that one a lot of thought. She recently had er girlfriend stolen by him, so I bet she's vulnerable as hell. Of course we'll have to get past the - arent you alwaysafter my brother thing, but Im slick. I can talk her around. That would spin that mother fucker right around, let me tell you. He hates lesbians. Totally threatened by them. Some guys are.
And my man? Oh, dont worry aboput him. Dont you know, we're playing in fantasy land right now? Dont hassle me with the real world when Im playing with knives and shadows. Its just not fair ok?
I get this problem. I decide Im going to piss people off. And I giggle about it. Because, due to my depth of insanity, I feel I know better than everyone. Even though Im insane. I feel like if people just did as I did - not what I said, mind you - then the world would be a much better place. Sometimes I get so full up on their goddamn idiocy I feel I have to smash my good sense right down their fucking throats.
But then I feel bad about it. Like shit, Im so insane I hide in my closet and cut myself. They are going to attack me, and I cant defend myself. What the hell did I go and do that for? Fuck. Now they are gonna have a go, and argue back with all this evidence and shi, and Im going to feel even more fucked up and tiny then I was before.
Back to the closet then. I mean, shit. Maybe I should get a pet.
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