LET'S SEE HOW TO PUT THIS IN UM NORMAL TERMS.....:
I AM FUCKED.
YES FUCKED.
COMPLETELY CUM DRIZZLED AND DRAZZLED FUCKED.
I HAVE MANAGED-THROUGH MY CUNNING, INTELLIGENT, DISDAINFUL AND DISTASTEFUL WAYS TO ESTRANGE EVERYONE THAT MIGHT HAVE CARED FOR MY ASS (EVEN IF THEY MIGHT HAVE FUCKED ME OVER IN THEIR CARING PROCESS) AND HAVE DRIVEN THEM AWAY TO FAR CORNERS OF THE GALAXY WHERE THEY LIVE THEIR LIVES IN TOTAL AND COMPLETE PEACE.-KNOWING THAT I AM OR AM NOT DEAD. PRETTY MUCH DEAD TO THEM.
NOW, IN MY BRAZEN STUPIDITY I HAVE LEFT MYSELF TO DIE, EXCEPT DEATH REALLY HASN'T BEEN TO GENEROUS TO ME SO TORTURE DECIDED TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN WITH ME FOR NOW.
SO NOW THAT I AM DANCING WITH TORTURE AND PURE AND UTTER PAIN AND DISTRESS AS WELL AS HUMBILITY UP THE ASS, I STILL HAVE A HUGE SHIT TO TAKE THAT WELL....ISN'T COMING OUT JUST YET. OR MORE ELOQUENTLY STATED AS THE GREAT SYSTEM OF A DOWN SAYS "PULLED THE TAPEWORM OUT OF MY ASS".
THE TAPEWORM IN MY ASS IS TELLING WHAT TO DO. THIS TAPEWORM IS TELLING ME WHERE TO GO.
this tapeworm is pulling strings and my body and emotions are coming forward listening to this tapeworm. I am a piece of shit and the tapeworm lets me know this over and over again so my mere observations won't suffice to my conscious so my tapeworm rubs it in.
Hey, at least I'm the master of muppets but my tapeworm is the master of muppets and if I'm down at fragile rock, I think I'm down in the devils dock...
Two ears ribbons close to falling into this fruitless lava that seems so warm and pretty compared to the dark shifting chills that dance around my back and laugh at my every cring of pain-my every discomfort.
No one wants me. My mom ditched me at 14, my dad did his whole "cross dressing and then out of state i'm too stingy to give you a dollar" when I was 14 also-*I yelp for my grandparents-non existent-they disowned my mom that fuckin whore for marrying a half black cross dresser who descided to brand me into Scientology since birth-this wholistic no profit-all members broke as a motherfucker religious cult that I am to remain a victim too but yet cant reap any benefits because I am constantly having a fit because I know their ins and outs. Now hear me roar.
Why dont you just hear me die.
I would have rather have been an orphan whose parents beat the shit out of him so I could one day have my vengence on society or something instead I will remain the piece of shit that I am.
IM NOTHING BUT A HATER WHO LOST HISJOB BECAUSE HE LISTENED TO A YOUNGER BROTHER WHO PROMISED AND THEN FUCKED ME OVER. WORD FROM THE WISE: DONT LISTEN TO FUCKING YOUNGER PEOPLE.
NOW I SHOULD BE DEAD. IF YOU HAVE A GUN, POST A COMMENT. I WOULD LIKE TO GO OUT WITH A BANG.
WITHER THAT, OR DONATE ME A 6x6 FOOT ROOM I CAN SUFFER IN WITH A BLANKET FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS IN PIECE. MAYBE A BUCKET AND A FEW SLICES OF BREAD I JUST DONT WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH OR TOUCHED.
OR SOMEONE JUST GET ME SPUN AS FUCK SO I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THIS H WITHDRAWL ALIVE AND WITHOUTH HAVING TO THINK THESE BITTER THOUGHTS.
FRIENDS?
YES FUCKED.
COMPLETELY CUM DRIZZLED AND DRAZZLED FUCKED.
I HAVE MANAGED-THROUGH MY CUNNING, INTELLIGENT, DISDAINFUL AND DISTASTEFUL WAYS TO ESTRANGE EVERYONE THAT MIGHT HAVE CARED FOR MY ASS (EVEN IF THEY MIGHT HAVE FUCKED ME OVER IN THEIR CARING PROCESS) AND HAVE DRIVEN THEM AWAY TO FAR CORNERS OF THE GALAXY WHERE THEY LIVE THEIR LIVES IN TOTAL AND COMPLETE PEACE.-KNOWING THAT I AM OR AM NOT DEAD. PRETTY MUCH DEAD TO THEM.
NOW, IN MY BRAZEN STUPIDITY I HAVE LEFT MYSELF TO DIE, EXCEPT DEATH REALLY HASN'T BEEN TO GENEROUS TO ME SO TORTURE DECIDED TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN WITH ME FOR NOW.
SO NOW THAT I AM DANCING WITH TORTURE AND PURE AND UTTER PAIN AND DISTRESS AS WELL AS HUMBILITY UP THE ASS, I STILL HAVE A HUGE SHIT TO TAKE THAT WELL....ISN'T COMING OUT JUST YET. OR MORE ELOQUENTLY STATED AS THE GREAT SYSTEM OF A DOWN SAYS "PULLED THE TAPEWORM OUT OF MY ASS".
THE TAPEWORM IN MY ASS IS TELLING WHAT TO DO. THIS TAPEWORM IS TELLING ME WHERE TO GO.
this tapeworm is pulling strings and my body and emotions are coming forward listening to this tapeworm. I am a piece of shit and the tapeworm lets me know this over and over again so my mere observations won't suffice to my conscious so my tapeworm rubs it in.
Hey, at least I'm the master of muppets but my tapeworm is the master of muppets and if I'm down at fragile rock, I think I'm down in the devils dock...
Two ears ribbons close to falling into this fruitless lava that seems so warm and pretty compared to the dark shifting chills that dance around my back and laugh at my every cring of pain-my every discomfort.
No one wants me. My mom ditched me at 14, my dad did his whole "cross dressing and then out of state i'm too stingy to give you a dollar" when I was 14 also-*I yelp for my grandparents-non existent-they disowned my mom that fuckin whore for marrying a half black cross dresser who descided to brand me into Scientology since birth-this wholistic no profit-all members broke as a motherfucker religious cult that I am to remain a victim too but yet cant reap any benefits because I am constantly having a fit because I know their ins and outs. Now hear me roar.
Why dont you just hear me die.
I would have rather have been an orphan whose parents beat the shit out of him so I could one day have my vengence on society or something instead I will remain the piece of shit that I am.
IM NOTHING BUT A HATER WHO LOST HISJOB BECAUSE HE LISTENED TO A YOUNGER BROTHER WHO PROMISED AND THEN FUCKED ME OVER. WORD FROM THE WISE: DONT LISTEN TO FUCKING YOUNGER PEOPLE.
NOW I SHOULD BE DEAD. IF YOU HAVE A GUN, POST A COMMENT. I WOULD LIKE TO GO OUT WITH A BANG.
WITHER THAT, OR DONATE ME A 6x6 FOOT ROOM I CAN SUFFER IN WITH A BLANKET FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS IN PIECE. MAYBE A BUCKET AND A FEW SLICES OF BREAD I JUST DONT WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH OR TOUCHED.
OR SOMEONE JUST GET ME SPUN AS FUCK SO I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THIS H WITHDRAWL ALIVE AND WITHOUTH HAVING TO THINK THESE BITTER THOUGHTS.
FRIENDS?