Sunshine Buttercups.
Sure, I could write about rape, poverty and violence, but that's all insignficant.
Yeah. Fuck anger. Anger's the emptiest of all emotions, a wave that passes by and crashes onto your shore, but retreating as quickly as it came. But too late. The wave's majesty has already gripped you, made you do things you'd never have done as yourself. Anger's a mask, isn't it? And it ain't halloween.
Shit, I don't feel like a man any more. I am a woman in spirit. A drama junkie, unable to wean herself off the cold biting steet taste of the needle. Luckily I don't have 5000 bucks, though, admittedly it doesn't take that much to just buy a fucking butcher knife and DIY...
Sex is overrated, and no one's "cool". Everyone knows I'd rather be dead than cool. Life isn't a rat race for popularity, we know that. But we can't help ourselves to one more cookie, one more orgasm, one more friend.
God, what the fuck is cool, anyways? For men, it's making women feel as low about themselves as humanly possible, and for women, it's taking that abuse with as much dignity as possible. Only when that pregnant bitch screams are you satisfied with your masculinty; only when your baby dies within you do you feel complete.
MuchMusic, BET, Fox, NBC- Godfuck. The Discovery Channel is the last worthwhile channel on the boobtube...
All this pissyness, naf! What's wrong? Betrayed anyone lately? Lost any battles? Failed any applications?
"Why no, Fan, I'm perfectly happy like that guy from Joy Division!"
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This the story of a poor woman being raped in a war-torn country.
I promise it will be funny. (I break my promises.)
STARRING:
Steve Carell: Afrikka Ambrosia Jordan - The Rape Victim from Nigeria.
Rosie O'Donnell: Whitey McBlanc White The Rapist from Bosnia.
Morgan Freeman: Blackie Jesus Jordan- Afrikka's son, still in the womb.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
To be continued, or how about we never mention this again?
Yeah. Fuck anger. Anger's the emptiest of all emotions, a wave that passes by and crashes onto your shore, but retreating as quickly as it came. But too late. The wave's majesty has already gripped you, made you do things you'd never have done as yourself. Anger's a mask, isn't it? And it ain't halloween.
Shit, I don't feel like a man any more. I am a woman in spirit. A drama junkie, unable to wean herself off the cold biting steet taste of the needle. Luckily I don't have 5000 bucks, though, admittedly it doesn't take that much to just buy a fucking butcher knife and DIY...
Sex is overrated, and no one's "cool". Everyone knows I'd rather be dead than cool. Life isn't a rat race for popularity, we know that. But we can't help ourselves to one more cookie, one more orgasm, one more friend.
God, what the fuck is cool, anyways? For men, it's making women feel as low about themselves as humanly possible, and for women, it's taking that abuse with as much dignity as possible. Only when that pregnant bitch screams are you satisfied with your masculinty; only when your baby dies within you do you feel complete.
MuchMusic, BET, Fox, NBC- Godfuck. The Discovery Channel is the last worthwhile channel on the boobtube...
All this pissyness, naf! What's wrong? Betrayed anyone lately? Lost any battles? Failed any applications?
"Why no, Fan, I'm perfectly happy like that guy from Joy Division!"
----------------
This the story of a poor woman being raped in a war-torn country.
I promise it will be funny. (I break my promises.)
STARRING:
Steve Carell: Afrikka Ambrosia Jordan - The Rape Victim from Nigeria.
Rosie O'Donnell: Whitey McBlanc White The Rapist from Bosnia.
Morgan Freeman: Blackie Jesus Jordan- Afrikka's son, still in the womb.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
To be continued, or how about we never mention this again?