It's one helluva game to him. It's a race against no one, but he doesn't know that.
Pissing people the fuck off is just what he doe's. No matter how hard you push, cry, and run....he is always right fucking there. And what for? Just to fucking laugh at you. Laugh so fucking hard he himself crys, then pushes you, and then runs. The sight of you hurts him, he can only laugh so much. No one gets away, and trust me...I know. Just because life for someone else has ended, doesn't mean his did. He doesn't give a fuck about anybody or anything. The world is his game board, and we are his pieces.
Don't confuse yourself, this isn't a religious bullshit blog. It's real. He's real. Your real.
You eat, shit and die. He eats, shits, and lives. Same fucking day, same fucking story.
Just like that broken record your parents told you about....
If you got found all the pieces to his puzzle, it would one scary fucking picture.....
Everyone who will look at it, will see them selves.
What's fucked up?
It's all in his goddamn fucking head!
