Bullying begins at home with the baby, which is why everyone in the world is so fucked up.
"Do you think this is a bloody hotel? I said wait a minute. Go and put your bloody shoes on. How many times must I tell you not to....You make me sick. Stop your crying. Stop whining."
The continual carping on at the child, the never ending bad tempered bitching by irritable parents who don't have a clue except to think it was a good idea in the first place to progress from a Barbie doll to a real baby and then treat them with the same disdain, casual off-handedness bad mood smack shout threaten scream deprive harry break their spirit slowly over the years. They bring an angel into the world and then pull off it's wings.
Parents create children in their own image. Evil Swines.
Who is ever gentle with a child. Which parent always puts the child first...before it's own needs and desires and shopping urges and cleaning necessities in case the neighbors think she's a lazy, dirty slut. Clean house, hollow and bereft of mercy and human kindness.
Would you talk to an adult friend the way you talk to your child....use that same tone of voice....as if they're an absolute idiot? Are you even aware of how you talk to your child....or are they just a bloody nuisance and you have become so used to letting out your worst on your dearest and reserving your best for a total stranger who probably thinks you're and arsehole anyway. Never mind. You'll get what's coming to you when they hit puberty and can't control their pent up anger anymore.
Why in God's name did you want a child in the first place? For their sake or for yours...as an accessory, or a way of escaping home (and your parents) and hell on earth to go somewhere else and create the exact same environment for your child.
We do unto others as was done to us, where we can finally let it out on someone smaller than we are...behind closed doors and the stunned ears on the other side of the wall that will sometimes report you to the Social services who can only step in when the child is damaged or dead.
At the age of three we are already mad. Playing endless games in our head, singing songs to drown out the shouting, lost in the mind and the fascinating places it can take us, the physical world disallowed, the body taboo, sand is disease, insects dangerous - disgusted and divorced from reality we are in Neverland, somewhere over the rainbow where the grass is greener than the screamer fishwife, housewife, harridan hunting our dirty habits down into the laundry basket case madder than a clean white shirt and wash your hands before you eat.
"What goes into the mouth is not evil. It's what comes out..."
Have you heard yourself lately....? Don't touch that - Go and play in your room (mind) and don't bother me. Comics and books fill the time while we wait for death in a home sweet Jesus home from hell, always in a hurry with nowhere to go and get out of my way can't you see I'm busy with my chores and bores and things I think I should be doing but never follow my heart because of YOU sweetheart, poisoned pus-filled receptacle, steaming with unhealthy odours, bubbling in it's own acid indignation. Shut up and eat your food fed up to the back teeth can't wait till you leave home/go to school/get married.
Life is vaguely anticipated in the dim future while we dally in the dark dungeons of the mind with it's dead pictures of unreachable peaks, it's dusty hopes and desolate longings, all infinitely more pleasurable than the now.....that narrow door to heaven..guarded closely by the bitch and bastard from hell. Mommy and Daddy.
"Do you think this is a bloody hotel? I said wait a minute. Go and put your bloody shoes on. How many times must I tell you not to....You make me sick. Stop your crying. Stop whining."
The continual carping on at the child, the never ending bad tempered bitching by irritable parents who don't have a clue except to think it was a good idea in the first place to progress from a Barbie doll to a real baby and then treat them with the same disdain, casual off-handedness bad mood smack shout threaten scream deprive harry break their spirit slowly over the years. They bring an angel into the world and then pull off it's wings.
Parents create children in their own image. Evil Swines.
Who is ever gentle with a child. Which parent always puts the child first...before it's own needs and desires and shopping urges and cleaning necessities in case the neighbors think she's a lazy, dirty slut. Clean house, hollow and bereft of mercy and human kindness.
Would you talk to an adult friend the way you talk to your child....use that same tone of voice....as if they're an absolute idiot? Are you even aware of how you talk to your child....or are they just a bloody nuisance and you have become so used to letting out your worst on your dearest and reserving your best for a total stranger who probably thinks you're and arsehole anyway. Never mind. You'll get what's coming to you when they hit puberty and can't control their pent up anger anymore.
Why in God's name did you want a child in the first place? For their sake or for yours...as an accessory, or a way of escaping home (and your parents) and hell on earth to go somewhere else and create the exact same environment for your child.
We do unto others as was done to us, where we can finally let it out on someone smaller than we are...behind closed doors and the stunned ears on the other side of the wall that will sometimes report you to the Social services who can only step in when the child is damaged or dead.
At the age of three we are already mad. Playing endless games in our head, singing songs to drown out the shouting, lost in the mind and the fascinating places it can take us, the physical world disallowed, the body taboo, sand is disease, insects dangerous - disgusted and divorced from reality we are in Neverland, somewhere over the rainbow where the grass is greener than the screamer fishwife, housewife, harridan hunting our dirty habits down into the laundry basket case madder than a clean white shirt and wash your hands before you eat.
"What goes into the mouth is not evil. It's what comes out..."
Have you heard yourself lately....? Don't touch that - Go and play in your room (mind) and don't bother me. Comics and books fill the time while we wait for death in a home sweet Jesus home from hell, always in a hurry with nowhere to go and get out of my way can't you see I'm busy with my chores and bores and things I think I should be doing but never follow my heart because of YOU sweetheart, poisoned pus-filled receptacle, steaming with unhealthy odours, bubbling in it's own acid indignation. Shut up and eat your food fed up to the back teeth can't wait till you leave home/go to school/get married.
Life is vaguely anticipated in the dim future while we dally in the dark dungeons of the mind with it's dead pictures of unreachable peaks, it's dusty hopes and desolate longings, all infinitely more pleasurable than the now.....that narrow door to heaven..guarded closely by the bitch and bastard from hell. Mommy and Daddy.
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