Greece > Rome
Well, since we are all in the habit of writing cryptic journal entries lately, I figure that, in keeping with the trend, I will submit my own, far superior, piece of... hm... sort of ran out of steam there.
Oh well! Here goes:
There's this guy. God, I'm going to shit kick him until he runs out of blood to bleed onto my lovely, nice shoes. He seems to think that because he covets, he deserves, and that he deserves for some ethereal reason beyond the comprehension of myself. Now, I, on the other hand, seem to think, and in fact know, that thing which he covets with such non-specific candor belongs the fuck to me. Beyond that, this fellow seems to harbor some delusion of grandeur within which he puts himself above and beyond me to such a point that this thing, or person rather, that he wants should just be delivered unto him regardless of my feelings or the feelings of the person in question.
Now, to depart for a second from the idea of me whipping his ass until I can't whips it no mo', I would like to go ahead and point out that this person he thinks is rightfully his... well, that person doesn't much like him because of a few reasons. Behold my bulleted list:
Ahem, beyond that let's just set clear the air and put on the table that if he ever finds his way into the proximity of what is mine he will find himself in a situation from which I do not intend to allow him passage out of without extreme discomfort, at best. To put it in the common vernacular, I will beat him until he stops fucking moving.
To be poetic...
If you are to come for that most precious thing to me, then I hope sir, that you come with more than you have, for the fires of hell stand at my back with their flame trained upon your soul.
She belongs to me this day and so shall it be unto forever. I will see to that with all that I am and all that I ever shall be.
Oh well! Here goes:
There's this guy. God, I'm going to shit kick him until he runs out of blood to bleed onto my lovely, nice shoes. He seems to think that because he covets, he deserves, and that he deserves for some ethereal reason beyond the comprehension of myself. Now, I, on the other hand, seem to think, and in fact know, that thing which he covets with such non-specific candor belongs the fuck to me. Beyond that, this fellow seems to harbor some delusion of grandeur within which he puts himself above and beyond me to such a point that this thing, or person rather, that he wants should just be delivered unto him regardless of my feelings or the feelings of the person in question.
Now, to depart for a second from the idea of me whipping his ass until I can't whips it no mo', I would like to go ahead and point out that this person he thinks is rightfully his... well, that person doesn't much like him because of a few reasons. Behold my bulleted list:
- He's a drunkard, and as per his saying, will always be as such.
- He's a debtor, which is a shameful state.
- He's a poor excuse for a man, and this is before you consider the fact that he is almost 30 and lacks direction or a real sense of maturity.
- This is really an A-from-B sort of thing, but he's irresponsible, and a drain on humanity. A delusional one at that. Hail Caesar.
Ahem, beyond that let's just set clear the air and put on the table that if he ever finds his way into the proximity of what is mine he will find himself in a situation from which I do not intend to allow him passage out of without extreme discomfort, at best. To put it in the common vernacular, I will beat him until he stops fucking moving.
To be poetic...
If you are to come for that most precious thing to me, then I hope sir, that you come with more than you have, for the fires of hell stand at my back with their flame trained upon your soul.
She belongs to me this day and so shall it be unto forever. I will see to that with all that I am and all that I ever shall be.