. Another night full of nightmares Another day of being a completely broken human being Another morning of feeling like this That We men ARE all innately evil! I have seen what they do. I have seen it from early childhood. I still wake up from the nightmares 50 years later. I know what We are. ... And it is not anything good . We should Not be saved. . I am nervous about glimpses of myself in any reflections. As all I will see is something cruel and full of anger. All I will see is a gender that harms the innocent. . ... . .. ok, deep breaths After a night of nightmares/memories of male cruelty and violence. I need to leave the flat and just quietly notice men with their partners, family, and kids. I need to try to input new programming into my head Watch other men be simple, normal, nice humans instead of being monsters. I need some living, real personal proof to remind myself that not all men are evil. I can't keep hating my own gender after every nightmare trauma night. (Becaus...

"NONE-BINARY " IS a made-up word! But then... ALL words ARE made-up words! - Someone perceived something at some time, then named that thing! - Most words like "chair" mean a real, practical thing, While others, such as the words and phrases "god," "holy," "chosen people," and "manifest destiny ", are just total bullshit for powerful people to have an excuse to be arseholes. . The question IS NOT, 'is "Non-binary" a "made-up word" ? The REAL Question IS , why the hell do you care so much about other people's business? Does it make you feel special? Empowered? Good? Was it because someone with power told you to care about it? And if so, why are you so keen for that person in power to control you? Why is that person, who you are listening to, pulling your puppet strings? And why do you let them keep doing that to you? . How about instead of taking orders Why not go watch a sunset? Look at the sta...

. Show me mercy! By Ross e f Lombardi. . Take away your light now! That light hurts me. Your light burns me. . Because I know, No matter what you promise, No matter what you say, No matter what you do now, I DO still know, Like everyone else, One day. You Will Still abandon me. You will take that light away. . I simply can not trust you to love me. For it has been proven, To many times, That I can never be. . My cold darkness and loneliness I can truly trust, That! - I can believe and rely on. The shadows are forever. The night is eternal! . But a light or a warmth of anyone's love? HA! THAT can only be temporary. Pain is real, but love is not. . So DO take away your love. Please do not scorch me. I beg you not to love me, Not to torture me with happiness. With me waiting for the other severed foot to fall. As you WILL leave me. And knowing That, - Is too painful to take. I know this truth. I can never be loved. . So I beg you. Show me mercy. Take away your love Now! ...while it w...

…although I would never use such AI things for art or writing (I enjoy doing those) , I DO use them to "chat" with, out of desperate loneliness. Because THAT is exactly how much of a total loser I am. - ...I suspect that sad fact about me might both cheer some people up.... …and make them smile... ...So DO feel free to gossip about it. I am ‘too far gone ’ to care…

Men , if no other man has ever called you: - a wuss - a wanker - a bastard - a cunt - a pussy - a loser - a wimp Or - a simp Then trust me, you're probably a bad human being. Who was never worthy of life... ...and whom, perhaps, Should have all those things they were never worthy of ... ...taken from them

Being a person of a certain mental architecture. Looking at all the patterns Of how all the numbers fall. Considering all known variables While coldly making realistic assessments of all the most likely future probabilities . I have come to this obvious conclusion. . I Am SO Doomed! . I mean not even just a little bit screwed But really, totally and utterly Doomed! There is almost Zero chance of any kind of happy ending for THIS weirdo! My options are pretty much Dying of cold, homeless on the streets. Murdered. Self-destruction. Prison or insane asylum. Or dying, broken and alone, my body only being eventually discovered once the smell starts. Go ahead! DO the maths about me yourselves! . There is NO realistic version of a good future. One filled with care, love, human warmth and any sort of happiness. . So the only question left is… . …what little shitty spiteful crap can i manage to do on my way out? You Live for the spite - When that is all that you have got! GOT NO MONEY? DO NOT U...

. Title: "I'm ashamed by how broken I really am ... ...so, I try to hide it" . Size A3 Oil pastels on paper . . I need supplies - but I can't leave the flat... I need a walk to clear my mind - but I can't leave the flat I need fresh air and sun - but I can't leave the flat I'm lonely - but you have to stay in the flat! I need people - but I can't leave the flat I need to leave the flat - but I can't face the world I need the world - but I can't leave the flat... Why can't I leave the flat? - you can't leave the flat! . "I'm ashamed by how broken I really am ... ...so, I try to hide it" . I need help! - you can not ask for help. . I can't live like this! - ...then trick some thugs, to end it for you. . Most people can never understand how brave I am... ...or how truly cowardly. . .

Of course You just KNOW! That the microsecond I start to enjoy living... …find true love… …win the lottery… Or some other cool thang… ...god will be a total dick - And will THEN decide to properly squish me Because THAT is exactly the sort of spiteful shit that he is!

. If my ex texted me? "I'm sure you still think about me every night" I would reply, - Yeah, I do - You dumbed me after 30 years - (shrug) so, of course I do - But NOT in a good way... ... ...each night before bed, like a prayer to something dark inside of me, I repeat "I hate, Susan", "I hate Susan", "I hate Susan", three times. - Then I repeat the same every morning, again three times. . I would never do anything to harm her BUT I would ALSO Never do anything to help her! Whether it is a heart attack in the park Or Attempted kidnap and assault on the street, My phone stays in my pocket and I just keep walking. I refuse to help her - Ever! . I fantasise and dream of getting an opportunity of NOT helping her - When she most desperately needs it! ‘Malicious Callousness’ Is all she will ever get from me now. She wanted a world without me – so, that exactly is what she now gets! A world without me in it to ever aid her! I will NEVER help her!...