Waiting for the electrician to come and look at my landlord’s busted septic pump. I’ve been waiting all day long. It’s now getting dark and cold out and I haven’t heard a word from them. Grrrr.
Archive for February, 2012
I really embrace my anger as a gift. It energizes and motivates me. Anger is a gift. I channel my anger into words on paper. I get rid of my Rage when I write.
It.
Calms.
Me.
Down.
Anger is a Gift. Cherish your anger. Create with the energy your Anger has given you. Rage fuels creativity as much as sadness.
Embrace your Anger. It is a gift. It is fuel.
Peace.
My Mom died of …
Posted: February 19, 2012 in Anger, housing, UncategorizedTags: anger, bukowski, cancer, daughter, death, death of mother, death of parent, empathy, fairness, grief, grieving, love, lung cancer, mother, parent, poem, poetry
My Mom died of lung cancer a few weeks ago. Then my landlord served me with papers to terminate tenancy. I just love lawyers, my landlord is a lawyer. I was just tapping out some angry thoughts this afternoon while packing some of my stuff. I am so fucking pissed but you will soon read that Bukowski is still here in spirit… I seem to be channeling him.
I Hate My Landlord
I hate my landlord.
I really do.
I hate my landlord.
And so should you.
Really.
She is a lawyer.
She has no capacity for EMPATHY.
She has NO MOTHER.
She is a CUNT.
Cunt.
She knows not grief.
She knows not suffering.
She cannot recognize suffering in others.
She is heartless and cruel.
I want bad things to happen to her.
I really do.
And so should you.
She is cruel.
I hope whatever hatched her is still alive.
I hope she suffers greatly.
I hope she dies a long and painful lonely death.
Very long.
Very lonely.
Incredibly painful.
Really fucking painful.
I hope her drs are awful.
I hope she get hit by a drunk driver.
I hope she gets paralyzed.
I hope she is disfigured.
I hope she is raped.
I hope she is brutally tortured.
I hope she meets suffering face to face as I have.
I hope she gets AIDS.
I hope she gets vaginal cancer.
I hope her boyfriend is gay and fucks boys.
I hope he beats her daily.
I hope he treats her like the shitpile she is.
She is a heartless, soulless cunt.
I hope she is in massive pain for a long, long time.
I hope she loses her hair.
I hope she loses her sights.
I hope she gets cancer.
I hope she dies a truly painful and lonely death.
I hope her car goes of a cliff and she goes undiscovered until dead.
I want her dead.
I hope she never sells her fucking house.
I hope she gets mugged.
I hope she gets gang-raped by a dozen giant Mexicans.
I hope they jam a busted bottle up her pussy.
I hope they cut her clit off.
I hope they cut her tits off and feed them to her.
I hope her boyfriend gets gang-raped by a dozen black men up the butt.
I hope she dies right now.
I hope they both get AIDS.
I hope she DIES in his arms, helpless.
I hope no doctor is kind to her.
She deserves nothing good.
She is a cunt.
She is a huge cunt. Could drive a truck in that twat.
I hate my landlord.
I HATE MY LANDLORD.
I really do.
And so should you.
Peace.
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