On Leaving Paradise

A rant on getting kicked out of Heaven on Earth.

Before I was ripped away from paradise like an unwanted baby from the womb of a crackhead mother, my life was filled with beautiful psychos & twisted soul-mates.

Now my life is a parody of a tragedy, filled with tears of laughter and sorrow and ridicule and schadenfreude, all at my expense.
So no matter how much my existence might seem like a comedy in the eyes of the rest of the world, in the end it is destined to remain a tragedy at its' core.

Every time I have a dream or some form of ambition, my hopes get crushed like an innocent baby kitten under the merciless tires of an ozone-raping monster truck.

Take it from me folks, hope is a conniving demon b***h.

To add insult to injury, like a kick to the gonads courtesy of Fate, a ligament in my left ankle completely disintegrated at the molecular level, not unlike a puppy playing fetch with a hand-grenade.

Imagine, your puppy dog that you love with all your heart is running towards you, blissfully unaware that he has just picked up a live hand-grenade.

You hold a gun in your hands.
What would you do?
What the F**K do you DO?!?
It was HIM or ME, OKAY!?!

FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, HE JUST WANTED TO PLAAAAY!! *uncontrollable sobbing*