Annoying People
I was aimlessly wandering around the city the other day. This lunatic
starts talking at me, as if I've offended or irritated him or something.
Made me wonder what chance I stand in life if even the loonies can't stand the sight
of me. I was quite angry about this. I should have given him a slap so
hard that his head burst into the door of a nearby shoe shop.
But you know what it's like when you go around splattering people's heads
into shop doors. There's always an old biddy standing there, looking
down on you with disgust for the guttersnipe you obviously are for having
dared breach a rule of society by having killed someone. And, I can
see where she's coming from. But does she have to be so damned
judgemental? And so I would have to teach her a lesson, by grabbing her
Marks and Spencers collar and forcing her face to the lunatic's broken
skull, making her suffocate and choke on his brains.
By now, other onlookers would be gagging and retching at the scene. It
would please me to set fire to one of them and stamp the life from them,
trying to put it out. But I would not have time. Surely the law would
be alerted by now?
I would have to make my escape and go to City Hall, to take out my last
act of vengeance there. Vengeance on the bastards witholding money from
me, and vengeance on myself for having been such a fuckup through life.
I would have to do myself in as a suicide protest.
And so I would tear into the soft flesh of my wrist, freeing the blood
flowing within. Blood spraying everywhere I look, on the floor, up the
walls, on their computers... in their faces! Vengeance on them all.
White Spirit doesn't have to take fucking crap from anyone ever again.