20-03-2003
Parents, such a difficult concept, they're such a
poisoned ingestion,
they try to teach you how to rule the world but they
can't rule
themselves, they want the absolute from you but they
are not
even decent, parents... they say what is blasphemy but
you realise
THEY are blasphemy, they tell you it's better to
socialize and get
on well with people, but they keep ignoring you; they
won't teach
you bad words, only the good ones; pretty soon they
throw their
anger and present failures by attacking you and
insulting you.
They unpleasantly and arrogantly point out your
mistakes... of
course they made none, while you've made lots of them,
you ask
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
your head.
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",
the mad
monkey left prisoner in a cold, empty cage. You're the
shame, while
they are the perfection. They keep touring around the
world with
friends and colleagues, while you spend your time
over-thinking
about misery and decadence, constantly staring at the
ceiling,
waiting for a reason to believe, expecting calls or
answers that'll never come.
They love
you SO much, but they are not able to figure out when you
feel low low down... Parents, such a wrong term for a
totally
inane, uneven affair, they have raised you up, they
told you
about war and starving, old noble arts and the meaning
of
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
is
the meaning of "suffering" or "living".
They betrayed this
concept; and we all feel like being sent to death,
prematurely,
without even knowing the exact taste of life, OUR life
definitely
compromised, scattered, ignored. From now on this word
should
no longer exist: "parents" is an old, archaic
term, with no meaning
at all. It's only for boring, narrow-minded over
fifty-year-old-
crappy-idiotic-people, a role to be covered by useless
blokes with
a useless sense of life.
They should sustain you, but their best sport seems to
be tearing
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,
they're THE
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
expectations: it's
a whole waste of time, they say; it is life for us, WE
state.
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
at all.
There will be NO LIFE, at all.
Please, be parents of yourself....
.....or pretty soon you will die.............
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