Iused to be nice. i may even appear nice sometimes, still.
but i have not an ounce of fuckin niceness left. today i proved this to myveryownself( and others)
without going into the details of the path of rage i blazed today..i leave you with the karmatic reprecussions i am facing upon coming home this evening:
presently the universe finds a fitting torture for me to be:
a couple of rangers turned actors ,wearing military issued highheels to practice for their audition to replace sir micheal flattley in the lord of the dance ..im wondering if the tap shoes are military issued?. …The only breaks from the dancefest are the shrill screams from the hassidic roman candle lighting teenager who lives in the front , playing gazastrip games in hancockpark .or more particularily my front yard.aweeesoooome.
i am over myself and this .

fucking happy fourth