Parents, such a difficult concept, they're such a
they try to teach you how to rule the world but they
themselves, they want the absolute from you but they
even decent, parents... they say what is blasphemy but
THEY are blasphemy, they tell you it's better to
socialize and get
on well with people, but they keep ignoring you; they
you bad words, only the good ones; pretty soon they
anger and present failures by attacking you and
They unpleasantly and arrogantly point out your
course they made none, while you've made lots of them,
why and they reply "go to bed, little useless pest".
They maniacally count
the kms reported on your dashboard, but they're totally
uncapable to count
the wounds and nightmares which have settled down into
They love talking to people you despise, and they
firmly believe in
the society you hate and that has been avoiding you
since the beginning.
They keep praising your brother, while you just get all
their bad sides
and bad moods, you are the eternal "nowhere-bound",
monkey left prisoner in a cold, empty cage. You're the
they are the perfection. They keep touring around the
friends and colleagues, while you spend your time
about misery and decadence, constantly staring at the
waiting for a reason to believe, expecting calls or
answers that'll never come.
you SO much, but they are not able to figure out when you
feel low low down... Parents, such a wrong term for a
inane, uneven affair, they have raised you up, they
about war and starving, old noble arts and the meaning
life, but it's all a crap, they lived and suffered,
they told us
millions of times HOW they lived and HOW they suffered:
why didn't they teach us properly HOW to suffer? What
the meaning of "suffering" or "living".
They betrayed this
concept; and we all feel like being sent to death,
without even knowing the exact taste of life, OUR life
compromised, scattered, ignored. From now on this word
no longer exist: "parents" is an old, archaic
term, with no meaning
at all. It's only for boring, narrow-minded over
crappy-idiotic-people, a role to be covered by useless
a useless sense of life.
They should sustain you, but their best sport seems to
your life apart, shunning you completely, they have no
respect at all
towards your dreams and aspirations: what they do is
gold, what YOU
do is shit; it all sounds the same to their eyes. They
don't ever say
"Oh, welcome back home...." ... they do not
miss opportunity to atrociously slate
and put you down, sending your fragile and scattered
soul to Hell,
because they DO NOT know what Hell is, they're the
Masters and they have
never experienced such anger and pain, they can't
realise the meaning of
"loneliness", "desperation" or
"paradoxal, deadly misunderstanding".
Parents, yes, PARENTS, the Third Millennium's witches,
EVIL, just call them "Mrs Sacher-Machers".
They are pleased to hurt
your hyper-sensitivity, they never had it, after all.......
and they're so
joyfully satisfied of murdering your dreams and
a whole waste of time, they say; it is life for us, WE
So... dear friends, listen to me: get yourself all a
little corner in this
bloody planet where you can stay and raise up your
projects and ambitions:
with your dearest daddy and mummy around, there won't
ever be any peace
There will be NO LIFE, at all.
Please, be parents of yourself....
.....or pretty soon you will die.............
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