Battle of the Bigots, Battle of Square One. My guess is you've got a bigot card, Son.

It is a cardinal rule of mine to not be too assumptive or almost the same as assumptive: the cut throat. Like most intruders- You know me more than I know you, or so it seems.... I usually get a little bothered by the way people want to superioraly say they "know me." .... I do believe you want to get my attention and I'm not really sure what your cards are. I could guess a few, but my best guess would be that you are a bigot. Or a backwards bigot. Right now the intention is to pick on you some. I often feel the need to give a recap or rehash of myself because I feel I've lived a lifetime of being mistaken or misunderstood. ... You may or may never know how it feels to be a victim of an intruder but I feel I've lived an insurmountable intrusion and grief. There have been so many instances that I don't know why my intruder is being one, where they come from, or who they even are. Not only has there been a long history of that, but the times that the instances of the right to the intrusion is serious and deadly, both on me and the intruder because I do not deny my death threat to an intruder and it is a common right that anyone should have. I could be related to the girl on the exorcist when it comes to the intruder, but I do see myself as the more just and greater woman. It's a card I know I have that doesn't feel the most recognized on most occassions. I feel it's a card that has been refused by a terrible right, dodged, unfaced, ignored, just not spoken to or explained to enough. There really is no excuse, but good grief have some kind of explanation. It's a lose-lose situation. If any person in their right mind chose empathy, they would understand that it could make any person suicidal. What kind of life to live with a person's sense of right like that, and the numbers that that worst right could have. The common cop would beg the question and place to weight of blame more on the victim- "well, if you're not going to commit suicide than you must....." It's a never-ending interrogation trap and forced trap. And, I do mean to talk to one particular guy right now, but if there were some cop or military force reading: I have a shameless shrug: I like to say my best is when I lean on the bible verse: "Vengeance is mine saith the Lord." I'm not always at my best, and shamelessly admit I would want my own revenge and speak with revenge sometimes. Find the sadists who intentionally torment me with their intrusions and interrogations who wouldn't care or deny they want me to commit suicide; and publicly shame, humiliate, and punish their truth and their actions......There have been many times I know I was seduced and admitted to how seduced I was. I wasn't afraid to chase the romance of it. But, I always felt lied to in the end, or that there was too much information that was being kept from me....... Whatever egocentrism people want theirself to have, I say that I live to live for more than just to spite my enemies just by staying alive. Enough of the gross forced marriage to someone's egocentrism and quarantines when I would explain to say the reasons I live to live and stay alive. Now that that recap is through, on with my assumptive explanation to your bigotry. It really is poison to me to possibly be made to understand the attention you want intentionally wants to be cheap with me. Is it that you have to have your way with your judgement and wanting to tell me I'm nothing but an easy ho and there is nothing you've done wrong? Let me tell you something you bigot son. The torment I used to have listening to "Square One," by Coldplay feels more like a peace of mind sometimes than a torment: I get to prove you're not teaching me a lesson and you're not having your way. The undertaker and other piggish people will always want to call it their victory, but I call it mine with what my square one does prove. It's not that I never wanted to not get anywhere, it's what was always expected of the expense to get somewhere that doesn't have it: In the ways I know I get cornered by hateful bigots that could be yourself. I probably ruined what we could have had if there was anything to ruin- I've just been around my square one block a few times and I know what's typical and the win to the battle is mine. Sing for me Foals, sing "In Degrees." They don't win either, they just have the decency to recognize. That's a tango dance to me. It takes two and you have to see to face. My expectation is that you won't be a victim and you won't be a pig. Don't make a pig sty of the intrusion with what drama you could want to make and the way you would mistake my anger for being something else. Don't overlook the intrusion and like the intrusion and truth of the matter has never mattered. I don't like overlords. I don't like being judged. I don't like feeling quarantined and regulated. I don't like being underdogged either. I don't like when men don't want to understand there is only so much I can take- I don't like pigs. I don't like pigs in so many ways.