Sometimes when typing i bark and my saliva jumps onto the keyboard and screen. It gets me hot to see those bubbles while typing - make me feel like proud man confronting the things i hate about the world, as if only to come closer to defining what i love about it. And so i bark.
Last night was the most annoying conversation and dinner with white people. I hate large table dinners when people share tab. I hate starfuckers too. especially asian girls who act naive and look around room with big bulging eyes looking for art stardom to suck life out of. How i get stuck with starfucking asian precious pussies and the rich bitch white gold, who knows, i always find myself as the insider within, the enemy within. I can act for a few seconds, even minutes, but i almost lost my cool yesterday, nearly exposed my hatred blunt and brutal, almost smashed some skulls into the hard bin of the osyter pot, while clamping a steak knife to some cunts hand while i grab her head from behind and repeatedly smash her head on the table and her cunty white friends and asian starfucker panic spasms like a terrorists had just entered their home. On the way out i would knee the stupid pirate hipster at the neighboring table in the face, grab that stupid margarita, brake the glass and proceed to scrap his face with it so it matched his pirate outfit.
But last night was not the night to reveal myself. not yet. These people weren't worth it.
So i let the little shits talk about their back packing travels around europe. and then after a few whiskeys i think which of these rich bitches can i make stupid girlfriend who give me money. if it worked once, i can do it again. Shit i hate kids who are under 25 and have traveled the world. Its the worst thing in the world. Ah but without hating them what boredom would overcome me. I would be unmotivated, sit in my room all day, do nothing, strive after nothing, be complacent with the things around me - essentially i would be them, the shit i hate, the shit taht breed thugs like myself, song kwai li.
