I wish I were 11 again in fifth grade or whatever so I could leap up, and grab that fucking evil Sister Margarete. I'd sink my teeth into her jugular, and tear her fucking throat out.
This as she came to beat the shit out of me again.
I imagine she wouldn't see it coming.
Kids that got raped or were beat all the time dream these things.
I did. However you eat it, and get on with your next pile of decades.
Still.
Ever think of what you'd do. That is if you suddenly found ya' self in your past during a traumatic time.
There you are in your 11 year old body knowing what all this shit will do to you. Knowing what the next 60 years will be.
There'd be a bunch of fucking mangled bullies nuns, and priests.
I can see it now. They'd say "...he was such a nice quiet sweet little boy. Why would he amass such a fucking gigantic body count out of the blue?" All the while though locked up in Juvie,...kid jail, I'd smile in quiet satisfaction.
Where was I,...yeah I'm sleepless in hell.
I wouldn't know how to comment either.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it's hard to find something encouraging to say here. I guess you could use a time machine and maybe a hatchet.
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Fuck morality!
ReplyDeleteNo hatchet...teeth seem best. Primal.
ReplyDeleteYeah sometimes morality gets in the way of Justice. Fortunately for the guilty I have since learned compassion.