Trent Palmer - Average people make me mad

I'll be a good boy

2009-10-12T09:13:00.001-07:00

What do you want from me?

What do you want from me?

To sit and do nothing - to hurt and ask for more?

I'll be a good boy - for you

I'll be a good boy - for them

I'll be a good boy - for now

I'll be a good boy - till I fuck you all

I'll fuck you all
....
I'll fuck you all

{lyrics to a song? }

Respect the barriers

2009-10-09T20:08:00.000-07:00

You already new what the barriers were before you even started.

You knew your path and all you had to do was look straight and follow it.

But you had to wonder what's around and why.

It was simply too boring to be selfish.

You wanted to be nice to everyone. You tried to be friends with everyone.

And you ended up with nothing.

You are not that much of a good person to be likable anyway.

Accept it - absorb it - release it

Decisions people willingly make in their lives have turned them into something you cannot relate to.

Respect the barriers - they are there for a reason.

The nerd can die

2009-10-04T20:43:00.000-07:00

You have been nothing but harmful to me since the day I arrived.

Now all you had to do was accept me for what I am and appreciate what I do for you.

If you did that, we would get along just fine.

It may come as a surprise to you but I am aware of all the whispering, badmouthing behind my back that is going on.

If you actually try to be nice and stop pretending to be nice, I WILL notice the difference.

Or you can continue to apply your stereotypes on me.

And see them fail one by one - which just makes you even more mad.

I still can't understand how you can fuck up such a place with your shitty ways.

You slimy piece of shit. I hope you die.

Why are you so offensive?

2009-08-30T03:06:00.000-07:00

You must think I'm stupid to ask me something like that right?

Since you made the question, will you let me give you the answer uninterrupted?

...

I assume you live in a world filled with angels that have the best of intentions.

Because where I live people need guidance otherwise they will try to take advantage of anything.

If I don't push back they will always try to fuck me over.

Does that sound familiar to you?

...

You see how easy that was? You only had to admit one thing...

That maybe I KNOW what I'm doing and you just deserve what you're getting.

Doing Nothing

2009-05-14T08:00:00.000-07:00

- And what are you doing now - sitting home doing nothing?

She smiles with pleasure...

- You seem pretty happy about it.

And then out of spontaneous excitement I started dancing and waving my hands, while singing:

- Yes, I'm doing nothing - Yes, I'm doing nothing - nothing - nothing

And with an instant stop I continued seriously.

- Yes, I'm doing nothing...of your concern. Nothing!

Trapped in mediocrity

2009-05-14T07:50:00.000-07:00

I realized it's me. I'm the negative energy.

I can't work where people aren't exceptional. I simply detest mediocrity.

I hate average people talking to me and with their common theories and their stupendous lifestyles. I can't stand their non-sophisticated way of thinking and...

It's me

It's me

It has been me all along.

What I need to do is simple: Find other people like me. There ARE people out there that can understand me and support the same ideals.

I should not be afraid to reach out what I want to be.

Average people will ALWAYS remain at that - average.

I will never be afraid to lift my head up high again.

The breakdown of tolerance

2009-05-14T07:28:00.000-07:00

What I want is,when I talk with my calm voice and say something YOU will LISTEN as if I'm shouting at you like I'm doing now!!!

Because when I open my mouth to say something, I am always right!!

But noooo, I have to be nice to you, hear your thoughts...

Well fuck that

{pointing the finger to his face}

You cannot be nice to assholes, that is the lesson here!

{and while walking away}

Who said "Consider the opinion of the ASSHOLE?!" - HA!

Anti-trust to common people

2009-05-14T07:24:00.000-07:00

- Common people consider me to be serious because the cannot understand that I'm only interested in what's important in life.

What is important for them is ...

Small-time Tyranny

2009-03-13T04:56:00.000-07:00

That's how they prove they are more worthy - by not paying attention to what you have to say and think they can talk about their problems all the time...

Bad people in this earth

2009-03-13T04:51:00.000-07:00

You know what?

I've had enough of you stupid people bugging me.

That is the essence of your stupidity.

If you weren't stupid you wouldn't be bugging me now would you?

Dishonest to yourselves and others.

How can you live your lives? How can you live your lives in ignorance and numbness?

You are in deep shit and you can't even realize what you're doing.

You are the bad people in this earth...

There are no special assholes

2008-05-25T07:11:00.000-07:00

There is only one thing clear:

YOU CANNOT OUTSMART ME!!!

So - from now on - you will think twice before you open your mouth

and you will give me the fucking respect I deserve!

You think what you're doing is smart?

Do you think what you're doing is special?

Do you know how many assholes I had to slain to come up to here?

You are just putting yourself along with the pile...

Do you really want to do this?

Do you want to oppose me?

Don't mess with my name

2008-05-21T22:09:00.000-07:00

- So you like hearing your name don't you?

{I had to take a breath to prepare for my response}

SShhh, after all the time and effort I spent on this project you think that I shouldn't be happy to see my name on this product just because a low-life piece of crap like you tells me so?

God you're so stupid?!
{and with a speeding voice}
You're so stupid, your so stupid - let's make fun of how stupid you are!

{pointing a finger to the air}

Either I or she will be in this room. Either she leaves now or the interview is over!

She can't handle the situation and makes her way out of the room with an underlying urge to talk disgracefully behind his back.

...she didn't learn anything...

Your IQ is down to my penis.

{With a humping movement}

LET ME... FUCK ... YOUR... IQ!

As the door closes behind her, he her gives the finishing move.

{pointing the finder to her he shouts}

That's Funny!!!

The man who didn't talk

2007-11-10T17:36:00.000-08:00

He was sitting in a table, quietly eating his lunch. A gentle man, arabian, with obvious manners and a classically appealing posture.

The soup he was slowly sipping had already gone cold, and the glass of white wine he had beside him was half-empty.

The restaurant was a peaceful place, with an art deco interior decoration and an a-class service personnel - not a place the average Joe would eat indeed.

On the other side of the room was a group of people eating - possibly on a business lunch. They were all wearing suits, the kinds you would normally see wearing in corporate offices. They had loosen their ties and were clearly enjoying a meal among friends. A going-away party perhaps?

The minutes pass with the noise of the group filling the room, going all the way to the other side where the lonely man is eating his food.

Most of it arrives to his ear as mumbling, but it doesn't even matter. He seems to be deep in his thoughts, thinking about his family and his past.

He is calm as a yellow leaf on the ground.

A gentle breeze brought him a sound wave that took him away from his thoughts. Between the mumbling he started recognizing some words, in the form of a whispering. They were insulting words, but to whom where they directed to? Who "should get his black ass out of here?" This wasn't alarming enough to even lift his head up and find out, so he decided to continue eating like it was a non-issue.

Living in the real world means you have to put up with people swearing all the time.

Then he started feeling awkward, like the feeling you get when someone is watching you. He instinctively turned his face towards the group of people but all he saw was them laughing and eating.

"Is it me? Am I feeling weird for no reason?" he thought. And what more could he do than continue eating his lunch?

More time passed and his food was almost gone. He tried to focus on the good stuff, the taste, the environment... but he ended up repeating to himself: "Why me? Why can't I have a meal without the crap?"

All this time there was a negative energy coming from the other side of the room. He could feel it - he could almost see it.

As he was about to stand up from his table, another degrading remark came from the usual place. "It's about time!". Laughs all around the place.

"Are they laughing with me?
Yes, they must be laughing at me.
I'm not crazy or bitter.
I know what's going on...
And I am not going to give them the pleasure of getting annoyed."

He tried to keep a straight face and looked at the table where everyone was sitting. A few quick looks around the group and everything appeared to be normal again.

Everything appeared to be normal.

"It's over" he thought.

....{silence}....

He looked away, got his receipt of the table and reached inside his inner pocket to place it gently inside. Standing at the edge of the door he decided to turn and have one last look around the place. After all it was a nice restaurant and he did want to leave with the best impression of the place.

A large fellow, almost obese, having placed his large fat ass in the group leader seat over at the table of the corporate lakkies mouthed the definitive phrase: "Highly un-hirable!"

An outcry of intense laughter surrounded the man and everyone else in the room. Some burst into tears and couldn't keep themselves in their seats. The relieving expression of a racist horde - absolutely politically correct and totally stingful.

If he left now he would be defeated, in a battle he didn't fight. But if he stayed and fought he knew he was going to be portrayed as a lune.

(Un)fortunately the table was right beside the door. He made a swift move and slapped the suited beast on the head with his gloved hand.

Silence...He is used to silence...The others are afraid of it... they don't know what to expect...

"Wh..what?..What are you doing? I was talking about another guy!!" mumbled the fat guy.

Why did he feel the urge to explain himself? That only proved he's guilty.

The man made an effort to say something, in part defending himself and in part hoping this will be a lesson for the group

"Leave your lies aside"

And that's all the others wanted from him to start shouting, all together and in an un-comprehensive manner.

Hearing his voice was something they could deal with.

In their primitive minds they knew the loudest always prevails and the gentle guy with his calm intellectually-driven voice wouldn't stand a chance with their loud voices and the years of wave abuse they had committed though their life span.

That was it. Sanity was at rest.

This could not end well...

Another mental crossroad for the man with the gentle face.

"Can I deal with these people?
Do I have to?
Will I accomplish anything by talking more to them?"

He couldn't find any real solution in this millisecond of thought. Of course he could still run away and have them have their small victory. But that would be just wrong and he was tired of running away from unfortunate events like this all his life.

The man reached to his side and grabbed a big metal object - The ashtray the others were using to accommodate their smocking habits. He lifted it up like an action hero revealing his secret identity and after a moment of grandure, he lowered it down to the fat guy's face.

The truth was out and nothing was stopping it now. He was hitting him repeatedly with the same move, lifting and lowering the ash tray on his face. At the same time he was repeating quietly:

Don't talk.
Don't talk.

The lesson all stupid bastards should know. His voice was getting louder and louder:

Don't Talk!
Don't Talk!
DON'T TALK!

Blood started showing on the fat face. He didn't stop pounding him.

When he got knocked out of his seat a pool of blood fell off his face as if his head got bent inwards and captured all that blood.

Instantly, he lets the ash tray roll on the ground and reaches down to grab the stupid round man's jaw. It's slippery from all that blood and needs to press his fingers inside the muscles to force it to move, so he could cross eyes with the blooded monster.

DON'T TALK!!!!

Silence filed the room once again