There is a reason I speak about things. I know. From experience. First hand. Many more truths than you can comprehend. Unless you too have the same quantity and quality of first hand experiences, you have absolutely nothing to say, or offer me. I’ll add your data to my information pool, but it won’t change anything I have to say, or disprove anything I have done and know. You are nothing. You are a point in an expansive data set that is my brain. So if you want to scream your differeing opinion or attack me about how I’m wrong, link me to your 15 years of writing, research and relevant experience, or set up your own platform and articulate your points, create, cause you cannot effect what I make or do, your experience of the world is up to you. I see your projection and low IQ takes. You… Read More "If you Haven’t…then Don’t Fucking Speak To Me"
At times like this it feels like everyone is put here purely to piss me off; sat in the “quiet” coach on a train to Birmingham, where no one on in the fucking coach is being quiet. I am now adding to that and pissing other people off as my super long red false nails are tap tap tapping on the keyboard. Im trying to make it not, but they are just too long. The couple several rows behind are alternately kissing and the man reading some bollocks aloud to the girl as if she is some mental retard. A status which is confirmed by her ridiculous comments and random, raucous laughter. Two rows ahead of me is a woman, presumably a single parent, with two ginger kids. I have no problem with gingers. But kids in the “quiet” coach? Whos dumb idea is that? Did they book those tickets… Read More "December 23rd 2007"