Human Hater

People are everywhere. They're at the bus stop with me. They're on the bus with me. They're at work with me. They're everywhere. I judge by the cover. Everyone does no matter who says they don't. I look at a person sometime and automatically think they're a fucking douchebag moron. And then when I actually talk to them, I find that they are. Very seldom is it a mistake. Anyhow, I don't have many friends. Followers and acquaintances, yes. But not many friends. These people don't have my back. These people don't hang with me. Hell, these people wouldn't talk to me if I didn't first. They just like the idea of me. If I wasn't a clown, or daring, or good looking, or outspoken, or just a bad ass, they'd give me the time of day. They just like the idea. People wanna talk to me, so that they can tell their friends "Hey I know the hula hoop girl!" Or "I'm friends with the fire swallower girl!". Ha! No you're not! To all the people claiming to be my friend or saying that you are: I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING FRIEND! You are phony, fake, counterfeit, stupid, and a rancid sack of shit!!! The ones who I call friends know who they are. But the rest of you mean absolutely nothing. Hopefully Satan curses you and you catch diseases. Hail Satan!!!!

What the voices had to say today

After a painfully passionate night, I finally went to sleep. The voices decided that they wanted to send me odd illusions. The polar bear was sniffing me. It was memorizing my scent of witch and voodoo. I got away from the bear and walked outside to see the van full of children pulling out of the driveway. A little girl, no more than three, managed to open the sliding door. I don't know exactly how she fell in front of the back wheel, but she did. The van back out over her stomach and rib cage. The driver felt the bump, the child was crying. She was twisted and broken, but still alive. I ran over and got into the van. A little boy tried jumping out of the window, but I quickly closed it so he couldn't. Me and the blind girl were laughing and taking pictures together. I let her try on my clothes and showed her how beautiful she was. I ran into the Catholic church and stole a crucifix and a vial of holy water. The priest caught me and I apparently let him keep my driver's license as a reimbursement. The unclean spirit had to be laid to rest. A proper burial. The hole was dug and I threw the skeletal remains in it. Along with the cross and the holy water. The sound of the boat fire alarm filled the room.

My Evil Face

Ever since I was a little demon seed, I have been told that I give nasty looks. If I don't smile, I look mean and like a witch. I have a face that has made people flinch because of my killer looks. Sometime I like to glare at people whenever they try talking to me. It's funny to me, because who thought my regular face, would make people uncomfortable and a little frightened. That is probably why people find me intimidating. That and my clothes. I like being mean and making people feel uncomfortable anyhow. It's just gives me a kick. As a satan clown, I can be evil and happy. I call my face my Voodoo Dollface. I am Haitian, so the voodoo part works out well :-).