Rockefeller eats my thunderously epic balls

After 10 years in the bin , I am full of vinegar and my bones creak. I have met an axe murderer, who was now a shambling old man ... I've met more people who've done things to children than I'd care to tally. I've become accustomed to being monitored to where it affects my thinking and my movements on a fundamental level : how to subvert that supervision. I've been swindled over and over, my contempt for humanity steadily increased. A diet of plastic and hydrolyzed soy protein has lead to sundry agues. I've regained, then relost my vision. I've watched a friend taken out in a bag. My civil liberties, I know to be more of a " guideline" than a "code". Every day I swim around in this cesspool, having contempt for the people around me while also trying to pick out people to talk to and form alliances with from the same crowd of shitheads. The people who are not shit, typically have little to say to me. Just like me. I've become like those withdrawn , socially picky old timer inmates keeping more to myself. What's next ? It feels like I am so used up , to where I don't know what I'll do. My body and mind rotted to where I can't do things I could do a couple years ago. And now its time for the big excitement I've been waiting so long for : Release ! But my joy is stifled because my youth is gone. My passion for life has become like a soggy cigarette ashed in spilled piss. Carlson is not " interested in positive growth ", the counselors say.