They last less that an inspiration,
and they always leave you unsatisfied.
They give electrons but you feel no rush,
you just wait and wait for what they used to give.
But they don’t shock you anymore…
…as life itself lost its power.
I hate crappy batteries!
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I don’t have a dog -hydrogen peroxide did it for me.
Burnt, dried, broken. I was left with no comfort.
Damn it! Why the fuck I had to see your fabric’s tears!
Death, I hate ripped fabric!
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Stop reminding me of winter when you can’t even heal my fingertips.
You’re the worst solid I ever touched… and yet my blood was mixed with you,
where her cold allusions to happiness were dispelled.
I hate you, frozen water. I do.
Ice.
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Fucking clocks… when are we going to achieve control of our lives and stop lending it to the fucking passing of time? Why things even have to change? Why nothing stands still?
Maybe the solution is in -459.67F. Maybe it’s just to destroy all the quartz… but just stop stressing me!!
I really hate clocks and having to be on time.
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Fucking shoes… I had to sleep in that car because she wanted to sleep in the middle of the freeway that connects Venice and Vicenza. And my shoes were all wet. The smell was insufferable, and so was the feeling in my feet.
And then- what for? Think about them: you work all day, with shoes doing nothing but limiting the true potential of a part of your body that was meant to be free -maybe to grow proper callosities for protection.
I hate all shoes. All of them.
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After years of going to anger management, I found that the best way to deal with it isn’t to avoid it, but to focus it. I daily focus my anger in specific things. Sometimes these are random -showing how absurd and impractical is anger per se-; sometimes are very personal, and sometimes anybody could relate.

Well, I will put the target of my anger in this absurd blog.