Life.

Hello pathetic bipedal carbon based life forms. I am The Pale Eagle and I really do despise and hate each and every single one of you, your vile and disgusting lives make me yearn for death. Is it really that hard? I mean honestly, I wake up and every time, it’s always the same…

The shop washes its magnificently droll music down upon my ears, I’m seeing faces with eyes that have given up long ago, with lines etched so deep, all of their secret lives, crushing the very core of this earth. I keep believing that I will not be greeted by the cashier, in that particular tone of voice, that tone of voice that screams of lost, that screams of all hope gone forever. You amaze me, you fucking shallow, self absorbed maggots.

I do love waking up, I must admit, I am very found of finding new ways to hate the world. Do you actually see me? I know that I fail to see you, nay, I simply adore ignoring you. It’s the fact that you morons pretend to care, lies seeping from every pore, you still pretend to care! Everything is just so fucking important to you, isn’t it? I must feed my family, I must attend Church on Sunday, I must pay for home insurance. Good, now that you have your little hierarchy with all your petty little rules to follow, I hope it gets destroyed immediately.

The only thing in this life, that is truly worth living for, is death. No more of anything, especially history, it’s all gone. If I was intelligent enough, I would find a way of torturing and murdering those who have wronged me (and many other people in between!) without being caught. It would make the Nazi regime look tame. What I wouldn’t give… There’s my family, to begin with, that wretched whore cunt, that calls itself my mother. The fucking pig, cancerous piece of shit that is apparently my father and many, many others!

I’m bored with writing now, talk soon.