The man in the black hat is pissed

okay.. its offical the man in the black hat is pissed. Its been sometime since a angry rant has been raved. its been sometime since someone has been slapped around with an unkown cause of the most deliberate kind. It pissed him off that there was a stranger that intrigued him. It pissed him off that a person so close to him told him that there was an issue. What the hell? How does someone close to you say that they snorted a line of coke and its all okay.. tra la fucking la. that is some bullshit. How do you acutually sit there and look at this person and say how the fuck? I asked the question did you snort it off a table? what possesed you to fucking snort coke? you are how old? are you a fucking child?

Someone once told me that if you curse your entire arguement goes for not... Fuck that. I think it makes your arguement stronger... Sometimes yes it does make your arguement weaker when your talking about cooking or raising kittens.. when it is a personal discussion or a feeling that you have.. you have every god damn right to be pissed. You wonder why? You wonder what the bleep could be a bad word.. or anything you can imagine. i realized i am obssesed with ......... What the hell... my grammar teacher would shoot me. my grammar sucks.. its time for the free verse..

I walk into a shadow of debt. I cannot forsee the random acts of a giving kind. i have no temper for the blue skies for the publishers who wear weakly on the tires of misfit powers of artificial intellgience. I listen for the skies of open rains. To hear the winds of cursing and the clouds of laughter in the open desert of a post of misused guided missles that laugh at the most mundane tasks of the banker and the farmer. its a shame that the dolls of humantiy protect the constitution of the gamers code of respect and laughter. its all just a game the man laughs. I punch him in the eye and hope a tear runs down my eye. its like a 5.0 on a breezy day. Its like a star that touches the outer core of the eagles nest. Its ridiculous! its a fancy of a millionaire strung out on a porch thinking how he would rather be in a crib with his wifes touch. Touch! what a feeling.. is it not better to be touched by your lover then by a hater.. i miss the touch. I miss the rain. i miss the sound of a paper being ripped from a binder.. I miss... I miss.. I miss being happy :(