|Me, not you, nor him the child,
nor her the child, nor them. Me. Life, with memories, bad
memories of bad times and bad people. Bad children,
hitting me. Pain. Death considerations. A life with no
hope. Cold places, extremely cold. A treacherous ocean of
waters trying to drown me. A mud hole, trying to kill me.
Mosquitos, flies, and ants. Evil adult people being
cruel, being evil against me. Poverty. Me a minority of a
people extinct, with khaki colors hairs, brown, beige.
Theoretical a governing pretensive people individuals
with attitude and posturing pretendings of superiority
authoritarian; a hired goon standing in the corner
wanting to pounce on me and wanting to hit kill me. Him
waiting for an excuse, practising the false police report
he'd turn in conveying he thought he saw a gun. Liars,
cheaters, scum and thiefs. Hell world. No place to escape
to. Look at what is happening, everybody is miserable
except for those who enjoy being evil. The futures are
these times, and these times are not good. Some people
are rich, having cheated. The contractor builder of a 32
room jail costing $32 million dollars. Each convict a
millionaire. The old guy architect bragging, expecting
praise from an evil judicial police system that evolved
to be wrong, evil. Teachers who were cruel,
unsympathetic, uncaring. Ugly people having ugly
children, and their ugly daughters. Okay, lets talk about
the good of an society: technology and labors.
Good roads, good highways, good streets.
Thanks. Highway to hell, hell towns, hell police waiting
up ahead. ID, and papers. Get on the ground with your
hands behind your back.
Perhaps we should have gone to
hell 1025. What are you in here for? What did you do
wrong? I'm sorry, the hour is up. Pay me and we'll talk