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No Spinsters Allowed

spin-on-this

What is up with spinsters or old maids? I recognize the term is degrading but I really don’t care because several spinsters have already degraded me and gotten on my nerves.

I won’t beat around the bush here or pull my punches. I am barbaric when it comes to spinsters. I am ruthless, heartless, merciless, and cutthroat.

What the f*ck is wrong with these people? How irritated are they with the world that they have to spread their irritation with as many people as they can? Their beef with themselves is more communicable than swine flu.

A really, really bad case of a spinster dwells in our compound. If I can only kick her out of there, I’d do it anytime without any guilt. I don’t care if she’s old and she’s having a hard time walking. F*ck, that doesn’t give her the right to treat people like they’re filthy rags.

This particular odious old maid only treats rich people as human beings. She somehow has a lesser estimate of the humanity of poor folks like us. Well, screw her dried, old… whatever!

Early Morning Hatefest

She seems to care about my young nephew but that won’t make up for the hell she’s put people through all her torturous stay at our compound. She’s always blasting us away like we’re stealing her mucky telephone. Or she’s gonna stand outside the bathroom and start ranting away like you’re taking forever to take a bath. Continue reading

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Catching Up With The Cockroach

And wherever theres beauty, I only behold it to highlight the ugliness thats in its shadows.

"And wherever there's beauty, I only behold it to highlight the ugliness that's in its shadows."

We are joined today by our friend, The Cockroach. We found him lurking in the gutters in front of our home, mumbling to himself. We’ve not talked to him for a long time, so we wanna know what’s keeping him busy.

FYI: The Cockroach is a nonhuman existence that mostly hates everything about the world. Thus, he says in his blog, “I’m not human, so I can speak of whatever I want.”

M – moonwalkerwiz

TC – The Cockroach

M: So Cockroach, I see you still have your shiny wings, thin legs, long antennae —

TC: Ugly face, stinky body, scary pincers, toxic breath, evil heart —

M: Yeah —

TC: — poor health, angry countenance, condemning eyes, condemning wisdom, destructive hatred of humanity!!!

M: Yes. Uh-huh. So I guess you pretty much hate me right now?

TC: What do you think? You’re a stinkin’ human trying to be fragrant.

M: And what gives you that idea?

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What I Have to Say Regarding the Matter at Hand

Stop trying to hit me and hit me!

"Stop trying to hit me and hit me!"

I wonder if some people are actually hating me at this very moment?

I know I’m hating a bunch of people at this very moment.

But it’s just weird because I feel like there are people whom I’ve never met before who are hating or are getting irritated with me at this very moment.

It’s a weird feeling.

It’s like you’re stepping inside a battlefield without knowing how you got there. You don’t even want to believe that this chaotic land is a battlefield. You were hoping for green meadows filled with flowers but what you got is this bloody war.

Maybe it’s not that bad.

After all, I haven’t done anything wrong as far as I can tell.

I had a huge crush, fell in love, tested the waters, had a great time, got extremely lucky, and fell in love deeper and deeper and deeper.

That’s all that happened.

It’s also necessary to point out that this is not her fault. What was wrong in her decision? What is wrong with deciding to end something that doesn’t bring her happiness anymore? Are people supposed to torture themselves for the rest of their lives just because something is so convenient for other people? Are we so sadistic to refuse to understand that the heart changes and love is fleeting?

I imagine that if some people are hating me right now, it’s probably because they think I stole something, which is not true. People don’t get stolen. You see, they have brains and hearts of their own. They decide whether to go from here to there or to stay. I didn’t steal anything. Someone reached out to me and I was so glad to hold her hand.

It’s also possible that people think I’m too lucky. They’re probably jealous, envious, nauseous of me. Well, to put it plainly, I really don’t care. As far as I’m concerned, I’m in love and I do everything to keep my love beside me.

I heard that I was described as a “test.” That gets to me because it’s like geniuses suddenly proclaimed that all of my actions, thoughts and feelings up to now were nothing but a single cliche word to them — test. That makes me feel like a statistic in a table of averages.

Well, tell you what: the more you encapsulate me with labels and formulas, the more I’ll tear down the walls and prove this can be done. I won’t succumb to assumptions and predictions lapped up by people who know nothing about how I feel. I’ll be the remainder in the equation – unexplainable, indivisible.

Big words, you think?

Wait ’til you see the actions.

And if ever I turn out to be a test after all, then I’ll make sure that I’ll be the biggest test people would have to confront. I’ll leave permanent marks, immortal memories.

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