deep breathe!

[mtmynd1]

deep breathe, asshole

I found myself running short of breath…
this breathing thing gets to be so much fucking work,
just when you think you're transcending this goddamn world
all the pathetic crap that we all deal with day after fucking day
it's no wonder that we try to escape from the mundane daily dose
of goddamn ignorance and idiocy that I see and I know damn
good and well you see it too.. the absolute chaos of living
and living together like we fucking belong to each other
like we belong to this exclusive club that nobody can afford
but we all pretend to fit in and talk with each other about
crap that none of us really give a flying fuck about after we
leave the club and wander down the parking lot looking for
a way out of the madness that we all are part of... it's enough
to take my own breath away like it was intentional to avoid
breathing, as if I was trying to suffocate myself with a pillow.

please! please! i heard myself screaming out ... please!
but nobody gave a shit. most of all I didn't give a shit.
I can't believe it.. I mean why in the name of Clutch Cargo
would anyone want to live like we do? I'm not talking about
living here in that so-called favorite chair we like to park our ass in...
no I'm talking about living the day-to-day existence looking
out for the next fucking moron to piss you off.

it doesn't take a goddamn philosopher to spout off why this is
but only that this is the way it is so fuck you if you don't like it.
and I have my moments, brother, when i don't fucking like it..
not one goddamn bit... and that's just the way it fucking is...
and then it happens... that loss of air... gawd! i want breath…
not just lousy, stinking, everyday breath but pure air
from the entrails of Gaia the Giver of all things on this goddamn planet
we so fucking crowded in and dying to breath just a breath...
just one fucking breath of pure, unadulterated air that has been
here for eons before we, the mother fucking human population,
took and abused and shit all over and stole from and crapped and
pissed all over like this one once-beautiful planet was a goddamn
fucking piece of shit that was in our way and we were going to
kick its ass until Gaia gave us every goddamn thing we wanted
and them some but no! we stop just short of breath and gasp!
choking on our own vomit as we get dizzy and pain mounts in us
and we get scared.. so fucking scared that breathing...
(any fucking gasp of breath) we'd pay a goddamn fortune for
just one more minute of living...

one more moment of life and then, and only then,
we get a mother fucking realization that this..
this world we've pissed and shit all over...
this is it! baby, there's no place else to go... zero.

breathe goddamn it... breathe deep, you son-of-a-bitch...
this is all you are going to get until your goddamn lungs surrender.
and if your so fucking useless that breathing somehow just
isn't goddamn enough for your ego living bullshit then may i suggest
taking that piece of soiled and stained pillow that you lay
your chaotically charged head on looking for sympathy and understanding
and place that pillow over your goddamn nose and your goddamn mouth
and just once... just one time... pretend: this is you last breath.

it just may come true... it just might... you might feel pressure being
applied to your nose and mouth that makes you piss in your pants
and wriggle and jolt with fear like you've never had in your life
and you won't know who is behind that pushing pressure holding
that goddamn pillow over your nose and mouth taking away your
breath... until it's gone. breath is no more... extinguished
along with your fucking life that your never were sure of what to do with...
along with all the rest of the bastards that have fucked with you
because you fucked with them and never fucking knew it... asshole.

...with love,
mtmynd1

[Harbal]

Sounds like you've had a bad day, mtnymd1. Make yourself a cup of cocoa, have an early night and things will look much better in the morning.

[Pluto]

Sounds like you've had a bad day, mtnymd1. Make yourself a cup of cocoa, have an early night and things will look much better in the morning.

the voice of reason

[Lacewing]

this breathing thing gets to be so much fucking work

Excellent job of getting pissed off enough with this perspective, such that you might just "storm out of the door" into another perspective, where the air is much clearer to breathe. There's always more to see/realize and experience -- but it seems like we only discover that by getting really pissed off with how bound up we are where we are.

[Impenitent]

ode to Darth Vader...

-Imp

[Pluto]

Things are bad - worse than bad...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KvZI8BsSxw

[Harbal]

Things are bad - worse than bad...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KvZI8BsSxw

You're telling me they're bad. Have you seen the price of cocoa these days?

[Lacewing]

You're telling me they're bad. Have you seen the price of cocoa these days?

Ooooh... you know what you do to me when you talk about chocolate and make me laugh at the same time. Now just throw in some cursing to send me completely over the edge!

xoxo

[Harbal]

Ooooh... you know what you do to me when you talk about chocolate and make me laugh at the same time. Now just throw in some cursing to send me completely over the edge!

Okay, find something to hold onto, here it comes.

I found myself running short of cocoa powder...
This milky drink thing gets to be so much fucking work.
Just when you think you're going to settle down with your favourite goddamn beverage
all that's left in the jar is a pathetic half a teaspoon of the fucking stuff.
So you go out, roaming the streets in the middle of the night till you find a store that's still open.
You hunt the aisles for the cocoa and find they're charging twice as fucking much as the supermarket for it.
What choice do you have? They've got you by the balls, there's no way you're leaving without your fucking cocoa.
For a moment you consider putting it in your pocket and walking out.
It occurs to you that you could end up spending the night at the police station.
The police sure as hell aint gonna give you no fucking cocoa.
You bite the bullet and pay up, but not before you call the guy behind the counter a robbing bastard.
You get back home, wound up like a clock spring but relief is only minutes away.
Hands trembling, you spoon a liberal amount into your special mug.
Open the fridge door, reach in and WHAT THE FUCK!
There's no fucking milk. THERE'S NO FUCKING MILK!

My thanks to mtmynd1 for providing the inspiration for this outburst.
Disclaimer: While this rant is based on actual events, some details have been changed in the interest of dramatic effect.

[Lacewing]

Okay, find something to hold onto, here it comes.

Oh my god... that was so damn good! Thank you!

[TSBU]

cocoa, at first I thought in cocaine XD

[Harbal]

Oh my god... that was so damn good! Thank you!

At this point you would normally light up a cigarette but I believe you're a non smoker. Perhaps a nice cup of hot chocolate would make a good substitute.

[Lacewing]

At this point you would normally light up a cigarette but I believe you're a non smoker. Perhaps a nice cup of hot chocolate would make a good substitute.

Right... No, chocolate would just get me wound up again. I think I need a brisk walk outside in the cold air. Thanks, as always, for your attentiveness and concern.

[mtmynd1]

Okay, find something to hold onto, here it comes.

I found myself running short of cocoa powder...
This milky drink thing gets to be so much fucking work.
Just when you think you're going to settle down with your favourite goddamn beverage
all that's left in the jar is a pathetic half a teaspoon of the fucking stuff.
So you go out, roaming the streets in the middle of the night till you find a store that's still open.
You hunt the aisles for the cocoa and find they're charging twice as fucking much as the supermarket for it.
What choice do you have? They've got you by the balls, there's no way you're leaving without your fucking cocoa.
For a moment you consider putting it in your pocket and walking out.
It occurs to you that you could end up spending the night at the police station.
The police sure as hell aint gonna give you no fucking cocoa.
You bite the bullet and pay up, but not before you call the guy behind the counter a robbing bastard.
You get back home, wound up like a clock spring but relief is only minutes away.
Hands trembling, you spoon a liberal amount into your special mug.
Open the fridge door, reach in and WHAT THE FUCK!
There's no fucking milk. THERE'S NO FUCKING MILK!

Well done, Harbal!

Always good to hear/read another's rants. Putting such into written words *can* become an interesting challenge.

My thanks to mtmynd1 for providing the inspiration for this outburst.
Disclaimer: While this rant is based on actual events, some details have been changed in the interest of dramatic effect.[/quote]