Well, as humans are grant a good life, human chances to rise up in society... the faggmachine-zombies they became at least leave me enough to eat the sec. For my own security 18 month after all all contacts broke of with the raging insanity around me... what is humanity now trolls me for bad grammar, misspelling, no beeing nazi, blond and blue eyed enough. Demanding i love and entertain them, even while their attacking, hyperaggressive things i rarely see doing anything but waring, arguing, failing, boasting. Not a way up, even in dying god kicking telling me smirking ego would hold on to anything... pushing me into a neardeath: to have me wake up before zombies. My parents, mooing, blind for i just faced death. Mere two years later becoming threat to my life as they went totaly blind and backward. God enjoying itselfe as a monster, loving itselfe narscistical for beeing allmighty and proofing me evil, itselfe over and before all sadistically. The chaosfactor having turned people into zombies, demanding, promising everything to the next day ripp on it... as it ripps on humanity using it to waste my hope- & chancefreed life. Enjyoing to attack or leave to rott. Doubts, to hide smirking again... to proof the next sureal ugly in the next attack. 18 month after all social contacts endet, facebook died into close to toal silence evil leaves choice to hurt myselfe seeing zombies attacking or through lying in my bed, trying to do nothing anymore. As im considered physically disabled and a homeless by now... those are words of not much more meaning of how easily evil could turn civilisation to sheer and close to exclusive butchery. People that appear still real... can´t belife what i see, survive, talk of contacting the media, police, court, anything: Still beliefe anyone would hear them, would be help to free life instead to suffer. RuPaul goes: sissy that walk. She would be fagged down mercyfree here within seconds... as anyone in my shoes. Afterwards have been teached sissy nearly to the wheelchair. Im pretty sure she would tell me she sat years in one. Anybody tels anything, that arrantly that out of a Porsche u hear: Don´t be a sissy! See me! Im bound by my wealth and privileges! Do you know how hard my life is?. DragArtist whoring, coking and partying the last 15 years pitying themselfes for their hard jobs... sending me a picture for how they faced death on a paliative station... to lure my to Mannheim the home of men... to find out the party they loaded up flyers was, again a travesty. Reaching Mannheim i was already fagged down, had to tell a crying girl: I had no friend in ten year, so i could loose none. The nightclub 03:00 was already closed, as i asked the door they didn´t know drags host a party there... or ever did. As i asked the second time told me: You mean the drag-gogos? Left 2 hours ago. My host was knowing i had to drive at least 2 hours. Excused, offered his couch, but well: pitys himselfe for nobody diggs him. Later drags where going like: Visiting a hatero-club is hell funny!. As i didn´t hype those queens of the south spit rained down on my, hyperaggressive Berserker-egos sended their most retardet to troll me. The accounts of the host and trolls only popped online to attack me, then quickly went offline to leave no chance to respond. Coincidentally two egos in two minutes want that i donate likes to their sites. A syrian calls in, second nice person today. The usual communication problems: his english getting worse and worser as i offer i could help him finding clubs in Frankfurt. Kept dead i never could leave Stuttgart for clubing, since 18 month gave up on clubing and couldn´t still afford here. Communication went asleep, ...just as i write it he responds again... well: senseless. Next thing my eyes see: suicidal tendencies-commercial presented by FB. Cannibalized down to survive far under the existence minimum i walk through my small 20m² world. See my moldy shower i have to wash dishes and clothes in... at least im beeing payd out my jobcenter-check after exausting fights for basic human rights again... able to afford rice and water all the month over: i can´t still eat, dehumanzied death is far more a mercy than this hell. Knowing people which in their early twentys saw wasting more cash on drinks in a club than i am grant for life. In this hell dressing up the only thing u attract are faggmonsters, taking it for granted that if they cause u to suffer a neardeath... u still love instead of fear and hate them. Humans would see some deadly surprises in my shoes they themselfes can´t beliefe for real... as i couldn´t.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 19:37:50 +0000
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