Things going thru my head.

The good thing is that, they didn’t go all the way to kill me. So what they really meant to do was to soften me up with fear.

I am scared. Well they cut my hands bad enough for me to just spend hours lying in darkness mulling over really evil thoughts.

I don’t want to ever go down that dark forlorn neighborhood of hate and revenge.

But I can’t help it. It’s as though I am sucked in and the walls are simply too smooth and slippery to hold on …like maybe the texture inside a shit pot. So I spend hours getting sucked into this tunnel of darkness where I just lie in darkness thinking about things I rather not think abt.

I know…I write slot abt strength and the will to power and all that, but suddenly, it all rings hollow.

Maybe I’ve got high on my own bullshit juice. In the way a two bit drug peddler gets hooked on his own shit… because from where I am lying down in the dark watching my thoughts swing in and out…it certainly looks like shit to me.