Post by wplap on Dec 8, 2011 11:53:35 GMT -5
People like to ponder the notion that God is a woman. Well, I don't know if there's a god or whether it is a woman or has any sexual distinction, but if I might throw my hat into this ring...I would say that The Devil most definitely is. And if that She Devil were to birth a child, a Messiah of Evil, she would have birthed the Whore Mother known as KTP.
Much like the only son of God, Jesus(presumably), KTP has churned out its followers tenfold. If ever there were a more perfect machine for instilling hate and angst in a person...it would be called a Federal Penitentiary. I am paroled.
Out of Hell's second hand vagina, I have been birthed to my Father Plant at LAP. I am grateful for such opportunity, if only for the shorter drive. I do not live under the delusion of "Happy Land", but I do live under the delusion of strong hopes for dayshift...and that's good enough for now.
For my fellow Brothers and Sisters with whom I have broke bread with at KTP, I leave you by the wayside to deal with the day-in/day-out tortures of the vicious grinder called "The U". I will be setting off at the speed of light down Gene Snyder, and no, the door won't have a chance to hit this fellow in the ass.
My most fondest memories of KTP will always remain as thus: AWOL'ing, Flipping out, being laid off due to tsunamis, and the like. U Trim has grated against my body, mind, and spirit for so long -that I have become so jaded- that an Asian woman would surely wear me as a trinket around her neck.
I won't be celebrating. I won't be patting myself on the back. I will just quietly collect my items and shuffle out the door. It will be reminiscent of the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 when all the hostilities of World War I ended. It was a massacre.
"Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like “Poo-tee-weet?”
And so it goes...
Much like the only son of God, Jesus(presumably), KTP has churned out its followers tenfold. If ever there were a more perfect machine for instilling hate and angst in a person...it would be called a Federal Penitentiary. I am paroled.
Out of Hell's second hand vagina, I have been birthed to my Father Plant at LAP. I am grateful for such opportunity, if only for the shorter drive. I do not live under the delusion of "Happy Land", but I do live under the delusion of strong hopes for dayshift...and that's good enough for now.
For my fellow Brothers and Sisters with whom I have broke bread with at KTP, I leave you by the wayside to deal with the day-in/day-out tortures of the vicious grinder called "The U". I will be setting off at the speed of light down Gene Snyder, and no, the door won't have a chance to hit this fellow in the ass.
My most fondest memories of KTP will always remain as thus: AWOL'ing, Flipping out, being laid off due to tsunamis, and the like. U Trim has grated against my body, mind, and spirit for so long -that I have become so jaded- that an Asian woman would surely wear me as a trinket around her neck.
I won't be celebrating. I won't be patting myself on the back. I will just quietly collect my items and shuffle out the door. It will be reminiscent of the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 when all the hostilities of World War I ended. It was a massacre.
"Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like “Poo-tee-weet?”
And so it goes...