I killed him

I am walking with 3 friends. 'Look at him!' 

We beat the hell out of that pathetic imitation of human.

I rape a girl. She cries, I kind of enjoy it.


I hate my life. I can get no satisfaction.

My immigrant died later. Not because of my punches, he froze or starved (I'm not sure) to death.

I really don't care about it. You know, every day thousands of people die because of greasy capitalist bastards' factories and medical experiments and negligence and terrorism and slavery and stuff. That wreck should never have been born anyway. It's the system's fault. I am sorry for other things, or, you know what? I am not sorry. Look where we live! Look at these plastic families consuming shopping malls & Christmas songs like hypnotized bulimic puppets. They don't give a shit about me, they are not better than me. I am real, I hate people but at least I am honest. They are fake, they are a piece of shit.

Open your TV, open your online news. What you see? What you expect to see? What you discuss about with your double-chinned 'dearest' neighboritta -you secretly envy coz your own chin folds in three-?

Accidents, murders, taxes, money, robberies, Happy-new-year ornaments, money, TV shows, money, new shoes, your fucking spoiled daughter's first bloody tooth and which nappy-brand absorbed more of her shit produced by carefully drugged baby nutrifoodies. FUCKING SHIT.

..but I am the one who's problematic and dysfunctional 
in this democratic and humanistic society, eh?

I killed him. I am honest. I don't feel good m'am. You kill me. You kill thousands of people. You kill your self and your children's future. Without even noticing, without even pausing smoking your eye lashes to blink twice, step back and see your real fucking face on your magic mirror. And say, 'hello darkness my old friend, how many people are you gonna suffer today, again? hi back sweetie, nice hair btw'.