seems i'm good at "faking" mental illness, just as a person of interest is in faking attempted ******; now you can shove that mea culpa mantra right up your ***, with a 12" black *****; you know the one thing that is worse than lying? persistent denial; esp. by the people you love; ******* deluded paraphernalia of chronologically unbiased loss.*

as a man, i'm tired, tired
of invoking women
as mysterious, being worth
"congratulation"
as the last "resort",
of being "come backs"
or "counter hacks";
it really becomes
tiresome to play that
sort of "existential"
game... and women and
"mens men" complain about
men playing games...
i'm tired,
playing this ******
sort of existentialism,
sorry...
   women have become
less and less fascinating,
they were never the ones
to craft their presence
as labyrinths,
less, or more so:
****** crescendos of
the expected,
the crescendos of
predictability...
       oh sure, they wrote
a **** load of books
(joke) -
      the last thing
they revealed was
their reincarnation as
albatrosses and their wing-span...
which amounts to about
as much as:
    a mortgage's worth
of debt;
repay what?
i'm not paying back my student
loan debt, if i'm not going to
get a chemist's job!
no! *******!
oh, oh right, you start to forget me
"trying" to pay back my
"entitlements'" worth of tax...
no, *******!
i could have spent the years between
18 & 21 in work experience,
i wouldn't have minded!
but no!
you educate me to a chemical
engineer level,
and then employ someone
without the ****** qualification!
yes? am i *******?!
            no, *******!
get some ****** to pay the "tax"!