Bang Bang…Get happy with this.

My hands have flown across this keyboard a million times in the past. I have made everyone laugh and made a lot of people mad. I have posted a few things to show you I am human and give you a window into me. I have tried to lighten the mood and make you all feel good. The irony is that as much as people asked for that…they didnt read. It didnt interest them so much. If I am happy or doing the number of reads drop dramatically. Such a joke. You want a little anger to come from me. You want your outlet and your voice. The bad thing is that most of you that serve as my little lab rats or examples are so oblivious to it that its unnerving. You still think that it cant be you. You are so different or so part of a majority that its all ok . Well fuck all of you.

Today I listened to the disillusion of a hopeless rambler.

I saw someone choose pain over hope and continue the self destructive cycle of bullshit because they just dont like themselves.

I saw a couple snoop and investigate each other to the point they tried to break up over nothing.

I also listen to another young lady tell a tale of a terrible date.

Wow…really? Do we have to keep all this shit up?

I cant lose hope in love because I recognize the real meaning. This vision inside my head seems so much more reasonable. The look on your face always looks so disturbed. You cant for a second leave these comfort zones. You cant for a second believe in someone else. Its just a machine that cycles over correction and it makes me sick.

The single moms are the the ones that have spent so much time alone that they have constructed an odd parallel reality where prince charming will come along and give them the life lived in most movies and dollar store novels. No regard to the fact that they are doing nothing to attract that prince charming. Heres a hint dipshit…Wishing dont work and magic doesnt exist. Work for what you want. You want a good guy earn it. Thats the way it is for guys that care enough not to have a half ass chick.

Percentage of Children in Single Parent Homes: 1970-2005

The percentage of children of all races living in single parent homes has been steadily increasing since 1970.

Sorry to offend those of you that are my friends but someone had to say it. Unless you have you shit together then what I just said wont hurt a bit.

The other girls so desperately hung up on the ex with no real ties to him…oh man. Vomit. They just cant disconnect. He was the best they were going to do…hes the validation they needed because daddy or someone didnt love them enough. Again, waiting on the fairy tale. Well…might as well slit those wrists now precious…its not going to happen and you will forever attract abusive sick drunks that hate you almost as much as they hate themselves.

To the couples that are together that cant seem to admit that shit is just done or not going to work…shut the fuck up. Fuck I hate you the most. Like the two fucks I talked to tonight. The dont trust each other so much that they have to log onto one anothers email and myspace accounts to check up. WOW. Is that the person you want? Or are you such a piece of shit that you cant do any better than to find the only other person on the planet that hates themselves as much as you hate yourself. I even have this conversation saved to my computer and as soon as I can edit all the names I’ll be posting it. Its truly pathetic. When its one person I have some sympathy because this poor soul is alone in the world and naturally makes up false truths and such. But when two people kid themselves together its truly sickening. You need your loathing of one another to exist and everyone around you pays for it. For those of you that have kids. You are the worst. Your daughters will be whores and drug addicts and your sons will be criminals and rapists. Its your fault. Find some abortion pamphlets. Fuck you.

I want to be so optimistic and quit with the cynicism but it wont happen. Everyone continues to disappoint.

I could very well become the person that closes my eyes and never bring up these questions again. I can pretend in large communities that this sadness and depravity doesnt exist in modern world America. This Southern Baptist Christian culture is here to save me. But its all bullshit. Its a distracting hypnosis we are all under to justify our terrible behavior and make excuses for what we do. We believe we are forgiven for damages that last a lifetime. I will never be like you. I wont do that with you.

If you have any life left in you do something with it.

Everything anyone has is nothing. You validate yourself with bullshit and live so primitive its ugly. You go with your biological programming like fucking animals, but try to disguise it eloquently with your phony lifestyles and painted on happiness.

It really is no wonder that everyone hates America. How we must look like clowns to the rest of the world.

I want you to count these sheep tomorrow night before you sleep…

Youre indifference is damaging this whole planet. You are the reason your kids are bad.

The dream is dead.

We are all soldiers in a silent war against ourselves. We are the murderers and causalities.

Hide yourselves from all the pain, truth, and choice…

Step away from the door outside…

Go back to sleep.

Suicide stats…http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/126271.php
STD stats…http://www.cdc.gov/std/stats/

Amount of government money spent on depression issues per TOP 10

# 1 New York: $3,331,688,218.00
# 2 California: $3,147,792,993.00
# 3 Pennsylvania: $1,859,763,966.00
# 4 Michigan: $895,065,635.00
# 5 Texas: $796,974,433.00
# 6 Illinois: $789,861,370.00
# 7 New Jersey: $763,057,140.00
# 8 Ohio: $692,287,984.00
# 9 Massachusetts: $682,218,519.00
# 10 Maryland: $677,806,345.00

Check my math…http://www.statemaster.com/graph/hea_tot_sta_exp-health-total-state-expenditures-mental

Go back to sleep.

What it means to be broken and just who I think I am.

A lot of you that read these blogs and rantings of mine have questioned me. Asked me where it comes from. You have accused me of hating of everyone and questioned my credibility to comment on my experiences and the world that surrounds me. So let me clear that up for you…

I’ll answer that question of who I think I am. This is who the fuck I think I am…

I come from a place where teenage pregnancy is just as accepted as the abortions used to cover them up. I have seen my friends become fiends, whores, sentenced to death, and decend into multiple stages of social and emotional detioration. I have watched the preachers daughter spin around a pole and a 19 year old girl get a boob job because she needed to feel that validation of attention from people that dont even matter to her. I have stared into the blackenend eyes of a house wife. I have attended funerals of suicide and murder victims, both taken at the hands of the madness this place breeds. Cheers to your urban ghettos…but this is where sickness happens.

I probably shouldn’t explain myself to any of you but I will make a point out of all this.

I have to sit around and listen to your mindless droning on and on about your arbitrary bullshit like boyfriends and girlfriends, who you like, and what friend did you wrong and how you just feel so depressed and put upon…well…fuck you. You are a fucking pussy loser. If I were to ask any question regarding any important current event or members of the government that run this country you would look at me like a retard with a rubiks cube. All you think or talk about is who fucked you or who you fucked last. You are useless, with mindless monkey jobs and have nothing to offer.

I dont hate everyone, but I do find myslef loathing all these pathetic fucking people that watch TV like mindless zombies and rush to the latest trends. Your self esteem is only as large as your credit limit and those of you with no money get drunk enough to sedate yourself from feeling the pain of ineptness. Why dont you spend a little more of that money that could go toward your kids, instead of on that shot that puts you one step closer to a DWI?

I have a million friends that are pushing and trying and despite previous set backs or mistakes are still stepping forward. So to clear this up…I dont hate everyone. I am just sickened.

My God, as I write this I get so angry thinking of all the people I feel befitting to burn to death that I cant even make a list like I usually do. The frustration that I have of you that question me and the fact that you have closed your eyes to the horror that actually surrounds us, looking for your little bitch love story makes me insane. Close your eyes. Think that your fantasy life of fame and fortune and/or the white picket fence family will cleanse you of this filth…but you will only be part of this planets sewer. Your kids will grow up just like you…but you may not be able to close their eyes.

A lot of people told me that they wont read my blogs anymore because they are so mean and negative. Well fuck you. Why dont you tie that blind fold tighter? Take another shot of misery. My goodness, if I were to just post something without names about the dark, sick underside of most of the people I know you guys would never stop reading. Well…you probably would when I told your story.

I guess I should figure out to become more like all of you that question me…blind, deaf, and mute. Eat shit.

So you want to know who I think I am?

I am an observer, a victim, perpetrator, tired, beaten, frustrated, sick, hurt, and broken peer. I am just one of you.

Thats me. If you want to contest this…bring it. I will end you.

All of you fighting the good fight with me…keep it up…Even though we are losing, it feels good to go down swinging.

Lets Pretend to Shake Hands.

So here we are…The disgruntled, derranged, broken, broke, violent, and undeniable…The Poor and Angry. Man, what a great fuckin medium to come and get some shit off my chest.  I mean really this world and being being so PC all the time wears me thin. Seriously this world driven by trends, advice columns, Oprah, network television, self help books and over the counter stimulants wants to keep us quiet and buying shit. Feeding the machine if you will. So given the opportunity to come let some heat out on this site may do me some good…

I mean I haven’t been to jail for long periods. However, I did find my in Grey Bar Hotel for a night because I forgot to pay a fuckin “NO INSPECTION STICKER TICKET”. Such bullshit, but what other treatment would you expect in a town called Gun Barrel City. Luckily I enjoy an over microwaved pot pie and shitting in front of a camera. The cops there are like Nazis with downs syndrome.

I have however been broke most of my life and didn’t grow up in with the Beev and Wally. No No money has always been short and tensions high.

Its a pretty classic story. Divorced parents, GED, over weight, currently unemployed, drink too much, loud…Ladies I’m the whole package.

I could probably dedicate a whole Myspace account just for people that hate me.

So I think I will fit in well here.

Seems the problem is that somewhere in the turbulence that is my life I picked up on somethings and thankfully I can share them here with all of you.

Anyway I figure I would just show up and introduce myself…we can high five later.

Thanks,

P-Town

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