Get your filthy fingers out of my pie.

There is nothing here for you. Nothing but anger in the eyes, expletives in the mouth.

How can you begin to hate yourself so much that you hate everybody else, your scowl reflecting in their shining faces.

I don't want to be in this place, nor that place. But somewhere in between, where consequences are...inconsequential.

But I am where i have chosen to be, found my own way, led by greener pastures. Pastures, that now i have found them, are barren, rotting and foul.