The Ninth Circle Of Hell.

Predictably, without a doubt the System Fails again, November is my next court date... Can the wheels on this bus stall any more? the last week all the positive energy that I had received from my life has been torn from my fucking bones. only anger remains against my betrayer and the ones that assisted that betrayal, from her I am not surprised but the fact that it was a concentrated effort assisted by the state and now when their stories do not match and their games are falling apart does it become clear that They will not allow me to win because IF I win and prove them all fucking wrong.. this they cannot allow... so they stall, they play games, they don't allow a man to have his freedom, because without freedom one is dead.. It's about the game, it's what funds the system, why make a decision or have the wheels of justice move any faster when you can stick something in the wheel and make it grind to a halt... I'm used to the stall tactics, I'm used to the fact that If something can be avoided it will be avoided for as long as humanly and legally possible... I will be looking down from the seventh Circle of my Violent Hell... while you are in the Ninth Circle.... I am sure you know exactly what that hole is reserved for.

Current Mood: Angry.
I want you to remember my hand at your throat. I want you to remember the one man who beat you.

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Cowabunga.

Back to the job search i go... not really anything to do right now but play turtles smash up and watch tv so i decided to wander downtown and look for a job. I am feeling really good at the moment and trying to ride this positive feeling as long as it lasts and not let anything get me down. Current Mood: Positive. Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another.

Fall Of Cybertron III: Where’s Poochie.

It is very easy for me to fade away and just get bored of other people and politics when games are played. I’m not even fucking blinking when someone else who I’ve done things for, constantly for months with no rewards suddenly forgets I exist. That’s real easy for me to fucking deal with. Con politics, games, asshole people that don’t pay there Fuckin promises from day one? Don’t call my number. I stepped away from this shit once on my own. I have no fucking problem doing it again. I feel used and betrayed, but for me it was a Tuesday. I suspect jealousy and politics but I also know when to stick a fork in something when it’s done. I’ve got no interest being around anyone that doesn’t want me involved in there little cliques. I mean this thing was fun but from day one it was political. I don’t need stress and drama in my life. I can hang up my Wizard robe and move the fuck on. I did a great job of it on my own anyways. I don’t look amateur hour like the rest of them. And I no longer

Fuel Injected Suicide Machine.

Pissing me off is never a good fucking option. I have a life and I don’t need to make fucking sacrifices for anyone if I choose not to. I’m getting real fed up with simply being expected to do and arrange things so someone else can have a fucking escape. This is starting to become a fucking pattern in my life. Some I choose to do for, but others, when I’m starting to notice a fucking pattern? I’m gone. I will always be gone. The fact I have yet to step foot in England when I have a secondary place to stay should speak volumes in terms of this freindship and how it’s no longer even. I’m sick of things only being halfway when I’m trying with certain fucking people and I can bail and close ranks and not give a flying fuck about anyone anymore when I’m not being treated with respect esp. given to mine and my brothers financial situation. I don’t mind making sacrifices but I’m still going to make sure that my main fucking priorities are taken care of. I’m not going to pretend to keep th

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