Let me spell it out for you

I have issues…I tell you all the time, that I like to be the one in control..of my life, my path, my….EVERYTHING.  It goes way back to a time when things in my world spun beyond my control, filled with abuse fueled by alcohol, insanity and perversion.  So at a time when I could not protect myself, I developed some skill sets that served me well and I still put into use even now that they aren’t as necessary as they used to be.   So I have a tendency to over think things(not always a bad thing), and demand space from what is mine.  It’s like drawing a line 3 feet out and telling you to stay the fuck behind the line or draw back a nub.  I have issues..I tell you :).  The reason for this little rant is that I use this little blog to write out storms, dreams to go back and decipher, and just put out what I am thinking.  It’s included in the “all that is mine” space I just mentioned, and I’ve had some people just come in and wholesale it out on front street without even so much   a “may I please”.  Now I ask you…just what kind of ass cricket does this?  With my control issues, I get a little paranoid already when my little writings get sent on the wind, but I get downright snarky when things get hijacked.  So for those who just think they can do as they please, let me spell it out for the very last time.  If you think that lifting things that do not belong to you is the way to go, I suggest you check the fine print that says it has legal protection,  It also has lojack, which means for the uninitiated that your wheels will fall off your little red wagon because I’m sick and tired of trying to explain the term respect to those who have no fucking clue even if I were to hand them one wrapped in a bow!!!  So this is last time ass cricket.  The next sound you hear will be your lungs trying to suck air(my personal code of ethics say I have to leave you breathing..just not in what condition).

Profitez de cette écriture, et vous verrez, à quel point il sera dangereux. La douleur et le conflit avec elle vient, vous donnant la tempête parfaite. Maintenant allez vous faire foutre