That I  get to face police brutality again. I am so very sick of them.

In case of a war, the crazies are the first arrested after immigrants and gays.

I dont think i am being so unreasonable to at least contemplate this fact in human history and hitler's war last.

I really really really dont want to ever have to be brutalized because of their paranoia by nasty thug cops.

Enough, really!

Oh, how will my life turn out to end, I wonder? And how will I live with what is to come? I am tempting fate with my favourite location every night, strolling late in the forest with Billy. This is simply my instinct and call to make me take risk and exercise anyway in beauty too.

I am such a douche bag if I die to police brutality: really really unlucky life in the end. Not such an easy kamma whatsoever if that is the case.