within the hour of sixty minutes, steam will infuse your dry brain. (that's not me anymore)

i don't know what comes first.
not the hen or the egg.
but i'm easily irritated. people put me through agony without even realising it, by acting completely normal, they will awaken feelings in me of wanting to murder someone. if you think this might be alarming for the people that for some reason surround me, what do you then think it does to me, my pitiful self.
what comes first? does people irritate me because i dislike them or do i dislike them because they irritate me?

by figuring this out, i do not know what will eventually happen.
protein and strains of acid. based upon the novel from space.
 new and approved.

please beat my shitty brain into pieces, blow it away by throwing rocks made out of glass, not the oposite way around. what is the cure for this. someone has made a serious mistake and i do therefore not believe in divine intervention/intelligent design. fuck that shit, i am the proof that people are often mistaken when the sheer belief in a god makes them tick and then turn completely mad/manic with satisfaction, purpose and willpower.

the right guidance, i am my own pathfinder. people annoy me and i turn into a cat. looking upon others as if they were a bunch of imbecile dogs.

i climb my own ladder in order to escape from society and the content of dogs it consist of.
some people are not dogs. some people actually stand out of the rest as intelligent beings. they are rather insightful and observe things from a knowledgable distance. these people are rare, but they stand out in a obvious way. i admire these samples of the human genome and fill up on wonder; why they don't come in much vaster numbers.
i do not know of many examples. this must be the rarest combination found on the shiny peel that is the earths surface. natural selection has ceased and idiots have the privelige of reproduction. is it right? is it wrong? who makes these choices, anyways. it is the 'human rights' and so forth, but is it not also a human right and a human obligation to ensure that we will only bring forward the best of and in us??


ah, what do i know. my housework-tasks have been reduced to simple things such as cutting a hole in a new bag of coffee and refilling the container we keep it in and put great use from every day. so you see, it's an important task, but stuff like doing the dishes, hoovering and cleaning in general is not for me, no. and nobody ever ask me to do these things, they've finally noticed that there's no use. i'm not going to just do it. i'm obviously not that normal anymore. it's not that simple, i make HUGE problems out of ca. nothing. blow it out and write nasty words all over it. it pops and spreads acid all across the room. people have to run faster and faster for each time i snap. more and more often.
it's almost like i'm having a long stay at some mediocre hotel.

the ultimate struggle is to have people emphasize what you consider to be your best qualities or your best work. it is almost impossible and they always seem to misinterpret.
it takes time.