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Useless People Deserve Useless Lives

It’s all the white shit between your teeth in combination with 

the piss stained polo shirt you put on after your shift at Denny’s 

that makes me scream “USELESS!” at the top of my lungs as I hold your 

infantile skull under the waterline. The immediate gratification, 

childlike lack of patience birthed from adult onset ADHD inflicted by 

shitty weed pens. I can see your collection of funko pops from my 

apartment across the street. I’m pleasuring myself to the thought of 

setting your collection set on fire. Imagining the sensation you’ll 

experience as your rat trap lifetime servitude slave dungeon condo of 

debt is engulfed in flames, I am now bumming my cigarette off on my 

chest. 

I know the exact amount of uppers and downers it takes to make 

you operate as a functional member of society. Maybe tonight you’ll 

take too much of the latter and perhaps you’ll pass out on the couch 

watching Rick and Morty like I’ve witnessed so many times before. I 

can almost see myself holding back tears of joy as the firefighters 

explain to me how you must have accidentally left your stove on

overnight cooking those shitty Purdue chicken fingers (covered in 

grease that spilt over onto your stove, carpet, lifeless corpse rested 

on your also doused couch) you loved so much.

Unfortunately for you, me, and God tonight is just another boring 

night. You, crying over some mindless overproduced superhero movie. 

Me, watching you cry over some mindless overproduced superhero movie.

God, dissapointed in us both. Nothing is different from tonight or any 

other night. Your bread and circus is no different from mine. We’re 

killing time, finding ways not to dwell on the meaningless of it all, 

the meaningless of your life in particular. How can you not feel it? 

How do you not ache like I ache? There is no getting to you and there 

will be no pleasure in my life until I go to your wake and finally 

hear the preacher say “I know we’re all trying to catch the game today 

so I’ll keep this short HA HA, okay…”.It’s all the white shit between your teeth in combination with
the piss stained polo shirt you put on after your shift at Denny’s
that makes me scream “USELESS!” at the top of my lungs as I hold your
infantile skull under the waterline. The immediate gratification,
childlike lack of patience birthed from adult onset ADHD inflicted by
shitty weed pens. I can see your collection of funko pops from my
apartment across the street. I’m pleasuring myself to the thought of
setting your collection set on fire. Imagining the sensation you’ll
experience as your rat trap lifetime servitude slave dungeon condo of
debt is engulfed in flames, I am now bumming my cigarette off on my
chest.
I know the exact amount of uppers and downers it takes to make
you operate as a functional member of society. Maybe tonight you’ll
take too much of the latter and perhaps you’ll pass out on the couch
watching Rick and Morty like I’ve witnessed so many times before. I
can almost see myself holding back tears of joy as the firefighters
explain to me how you must have accidentally left your stove on
overnight cooking those shitty Purdue chicken fingers (covered in
grease that spilt over onto your stove, carpet, lifeless corpse rested
on your also doused couch) you loved so much.
Unfortunately for you, me, and God tonight is just another boring
night. You, crying over some mindless overproduced superhero movie.
Me, watching you cry over some mindless overproduced superhero movie.
God, dissapointed in us both. Nothing is different from tonight or any
other night. Your bread and circus is no different from mine. We’re
killing time, finding ways not to dwell on the meaningless of it all,
the meaningless of your life in particular. How can you not feel it?
How do you not ache like I ache? There is no getting to you and there
will be no pleasure in my life until I go to your wake and finally
hear the preacher say “I know we’re all trying to catch the game today
so I’ll keep this short HA HA, okay…”.People grossly underestimate the evil that rests in most 


souls. The Holocaust didn’t happen a century ago, we 

evolved into more virtuous, rational beings, we 

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