“Everything will be good!”
~Fat bastard a few days ago…
Yeah! Right! Whatever! I must be dreaming and wishing on a star to believe that crap after ten slong years.
Since I cannot stop my “bad habit” of spending beyond my means, even if it’s for the sake of those in the most need of “thy mercy” (or this addiction similar to gambling but a euphemism akin to investing), God (or the “wanne-be” God Within) should exercise extreme mercy to those offending puss-heads.
Is that it? Should I let TPTB get away with nonsense and go away silently into the night and never be heard of ever again as if I’m better off dead than alive – like most celebrities who choose to “disappear” someway? Bullsh!t! People cannot be that stupid enough to be “good Samaritans”, right? The Feds should know by now what I mean. Sheesh!
Actually, I really don’t care anymore because I believe in picking up my own pieces and suffer a fate by my own hands. My nerves are already fried and the pain has DEFINITELY been taken away by prayers sent to the recently deceased, meaning I am numb to circumstances and don’t feel anything, except pressure in my ENT areas, coldness inside my being and stiffness in my bunions. Everything else has been learned with great difficulty.
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