Saturday, August 25, 2007


Blood, blood and more blood. It's one big mess and I haven't got the guts, time and means to clean it up. Dead bodies splattered everywhere, but then it's all their fault. They should never have moved in the first place. Sure we are all different, and we have different needs. But when it comes to what I have and what I am, that's another story altogether.

Peaceful coexistence? I doubt it. Why couldn't they have stayed in their own land, instead of coming to mine? Fine, I could share my space with them, but they took it to a whole new level by going after me, disrupting my quiet time which has a negative effect on how I look, how I work and how I relate to people on a day to day basis.

Sadly, this was the last straw. Sure, there is talk about accepting others despite their differences, but truth be told, these invaders should never be left alive! We cannot and will not allow them the opportunity to take over what is ours, and especially thinking that our bodies are to be treated as their playgrounds.

I've left my bloodied weapon in plain sight that others will know that I'm not about to surrender my independence for the sake of others' enjoyment. I will fight for my right to be free, to be at peace and to be with my own. Even if it means that the state of my surroundings will be covered with their remains.

"This is where I fight! This is where they die!"

(The following was a description of the state of my bedroom after a rolled up Friday Nation newspaper collided with mosquitoes. All references to murder, genocide and the like should be considered as untrue and misplaced.)

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