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"I hate you more than my own life."
Wed Aug 29 16:18:52 EDT 2001

I hate you more than my own life, which says alot.  I've been beaten, and
stabbed.  I've been punched, kicked and gagged.  I've been in jail, got
jumped and had to save my tail.  I've been bitched at by C.O's with pony
tails.  I've been harassed, slapped and kicked ass.  I've been nearly run
over by a car, I've been persecuted by my passed.  I've manifested a small
gang bang, but got the girl I desired last.  I've been stopped by
discriminating cops, I've had to deal with watching myself get snuffed.
Yet, I hate you more than my own life.

I've begged god to take my life, take it harshly, with full strife.  I've
dreamed of having two kids and a wife, but all I could do is sigh, try, over
again, I cry, then sigh, stab myself with a pen.  And then, I ponder why,
look into the mirror... stare at my own eye.  Trying to make sense of this
doom I fear, it's there, in my life and it will not disappear.  I look up to
the sky, and ask the flowing wind why, I sigh while I try to surpass this
damnation, I've thought it was my luck in this land, I even traveled to other
nations.  I've went to Canada, to Puerto Rico and such... I've tried
to rid myself of this luck, but what the fuck, I'm stuck.  In this gloom, I
can hear, like the doom that I fear... it vexitates me as much as being
disconnected by peer.  Yet, I hate you more than my own life.

I've lived in suburban and urban areas, I've crawled throughout this world
like bacteria, I've been to Palestine and Syria, other parts of Asia and
hopefully later, I can find a way out of this war, in my head which makes me
soar, the pain drops me to the floor, should I scream, as loud as a lions
roar? should I bitch at you or my mother? if neither of you, then who other?
shall I go on and just bother, with my mental anguish I hear, or you can
alias it as the doom that I fear. Yet, I hate you more than my own life.

My hate for life is unbreakable, the doom that follows me is unshakable, no
matter what I do, my life's output is unchangeable, shall I scream at my
door? for it has closed its entry into the world.  For, I am uncomfortable,
in life when will I sore? when can I be on that golf course screaming
"FORE!", when can I not be persecuted for the shirt, last night that I wore?
Why is my life uncontrollable? why must I die within this living corpse?
please shut up, I desire no remource.  I desire to be flatten by my
table, but it won't fall on top of me while I stab at its core, underneath it,
on the floor...  Yet, I hate you more than my own life.

I've been ridiculed, checkmate'd and fooled, I've witnessed my sibling turn
into a whore, I've drooled over my hate, I've felt my crevests rip while I
constipate, I've fried in the sun's attacks while I dehydrate, why shall I
feel this war? I've screamed at myself, I roared, at my loins, I punched,
I've torned... Yet, I hate you more than my own life.

No matter what I do, I am unconverted.  I find myself hating myself for
being sexually perverted.  How can I find that absurd? why do I feel that
I am inferior compared to the turd? of a bird that just released its fecal
matter down on the humanoids.  I stare at myself in the mirror paranoid,
wondering if the image will pop out and snap my neck, am I null? am I void?
I ask myself those two questions every sec, of my awakening, I stare at my
own secretion just to feel some sickening, If I can answer, I'd feel like a
bull, all strong, not wrong, but I am wrong, I hate my life, shoot me, stab
me again, beat me with your fists, legs and stab me with my own pen,
ridicule me, make fun of me, make fun of my clothes, in front of me, rape my
siblings, family, mommy, make me feel woes. beat me with a bat, decapitate
me, then replace my head with a hat.  put a happy face on its front, with an
italic font, make fun of my existence and then use my head to punt, checkmate
my life, like a king in the corner, damage me so much that it'll puzzle the
coroner, demolish me, destroy me and do as you wish, pity me, slice me, cook
my flesh like I was a fish.  bitch at the blood I left behind, market it in
bottles to people in the street and call it Puerto Rican wine.  you could do
your worst, I could be non-existent, but with my death my hate for you shall
not burst, I'm quite persistent...

I hate you more than my own life.

The End.
(sarcasm is what made the line above exist)