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this is so fucking aggrevating. i can't fucking stand this shit. "i'm going to pay ________" and it's like. WHAT THE FUCK, YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO DO ANYTHING FOR ME? i earned it, i'm not going to be here today the least you can do is just fucking take me. it's not like i didn't work for the money. i did. and then some. but, nope. not gonna do anything i need him to do. he told me yesterday he would take me either last night, or this morning. but...is he doing that? no. fuck no. hell no. and it's fucking aggrevating because i hate when he does that. because he has to think of some lie to tell linda. because he can't just say "i told her i would take her thursday, she already made plans" because that's what fucking happened. the other day when i was talking to him, he said "i'll take you thursday when i get off work. i'm off at 5" so i said fine. then, wednesday he says "oh, well, i'm off at 7 so i'll take you either tomorrow night after i get off work or friday morning before i take you to mci" i said fine. last night, i try to talk to him about it. "dad, the mall opens at 10. so i have to go then. and i need to run by wal mart before then" "i have to work at 12 you know" i told him i knew, and i'm sorry that he has to run around, but i'll rush. but here comes the morning, and he hasn't said anything to linda about it. or to me. and that is what is so aggrevating. everything that has to do with me that isn't what she says, has to be some humongous secret. and i told my dad, yesterday afternoon and last night that i have plans and i can't go with linda shopping today. i went with her yesterday, and i was going to go with her on saturday but my dad is going to go with her because he's off. and also because he wants to watch how much she spends. (yesterday she spent 179.00) and it's just really frustrating that he can't just tell her "i told krista the other day that i would take her to get some clothes before i take her to mci so she made plans already. i'm taking her now" why would he get shit for it? it's not like he has to discuss his every fucking move with her. she didn't talk to him about going shopping yesterday. i bet she didnt even tell him how much she spent. and if she tries to say she bought me stuff, i'm going to be pissed, cause i didn't get shit. i already knew i was getting stuff today. and yes, she is going to the mall today. but when did they tell me this? after i made the plans. because they dont care. or she doesn't care rather. yes, my dad is pissing me off by being a spineless jellyfish (jeffs favorite way to describe him) but it's her that is pissing me off the most. because she is the reason he's like this. she is the reason my dad is dead to me (seriously, ask kristy. my dad is dead, i dont know who this knew guy is).
i want to murder her. i'll stab her with an umbrella then open it, cause i'm sick like a diseased ethiopian. you're mad, you die, you bleed, you cry. i laugh. we snicker. elastic tits that stretch like mr. fantastic. i can shut you up in many ways, beat you dead, use a needle and thread. chop up your tongue and feed it to humans, like meat and bread. pussy lips be hangin down to her kneecaps. stab, flesh, puke, slip and grab your neck. bludgeon you bloody buddy. god won't protect your existence, so i dont respect your religion. visually you reflect a pigeon. graphy violence, the science of a bloodbath is mathematic multiplying of a catostrophic dying of vinyl plastic. whether i'm making sense or not, i'm imitating manson. you'll catch a barbarian beating by convicted thugs. force me to brutalize, demonstrate to you how i utilize a butcher knife to computerize your flesh pixelate you. triple 6 degrade you. are you ready to get your dick chopped off with a machete? when it comes to inflicting pain i'm creative. so i hang you to die, on two hooks through your fucking tits. i gotta garbage with your name on it. kill yourself is what you should do. cause i'll make you go through more terror than the terror than bobbits gone through. get stomped bloodless by fuckin heartless pedestrians. every fucking memory of your death i savor, so i soak your fuckin brains in blood for flavor. i grin when i sin, i'll wear your fuckin shin. i stick big fucking knives in your rotting abdomen. a million motherfuckin cockroaches eating your ribs. and as it stands, i'm heated so i bathe in ice. i'm gods gift to the devil, so call me the human sacrifice the fuckin bitch that objected to your marriage. and i'm foul like a dead fetus in a mis carriage. when we bludgeon you you'll get your brain laced. we'll punch you in the same place. til we break our hands on your face. you'll crack your head first. whatever i get-you get worse. i got a busted lip. you got stitches in a hospital bed hearse. this ain't a playfight, you'll get beaten in broad daylight. people watching me, but i ain't got stage fright. no cops in sight. you're getting crack through the side. we'll find you and put bombs under your eyes. too many kicks will pummel your ribs. you might get stabbed in your heart. get a butcher knife and tear you apart. you make me sick, like i ate food with poison in it. you're played out, you're too repetitive. give me a sedative before my brain gets negative and i get the fever for the flavor of a shankin. right in your throat bitch, cause on your bullshit i've od'd on. i've had it. you lyin in the habit like carrots and rabbits, automatics and religous fanatics. fucking bitch, i'm sick of you. pass me the excederin before i bash your fucking head in. the only thing i feel's an allergic reaction. pass the medication, you got me sick like a patient. digestin your weak conversation. shut the fuck up cause i'm not patient. but i'm mental, you might catch a laceration. wanna be hard rock. stop. play at your age. i'm sick from you pussies, like i fucked ya'll and you had aids. my stomach feelin obscure. demolishin the collagen in your face when i smash you with a solid fist. i control the direction of your future. slice you open with a Y shaped incision cause i hate religion. and fear no god so there's no consequences when i make decisions. so fucked i'll desecrate you by suffocating you with the pillow that the dead person rested his head with. a stabbing fatality many abnormalities in your abdomen vacinity except for gravity. there's no blood pressure so no blood squirts when i sever. no blood on my shirts whenever i work it's a perverse pleasure. i wont be reluctant to pull out the knife tucked in my waste, leave it stuck in your face. i'm dancin on your grave like borishnikov. i'll rip you off. leave you in the desert til the voltures strip your corpse. i'm a devil consealed in cloth. walk or get stabbed with a fork. you got a hole in your stomach, yo plug it up with a cork, you dork, lots of blood loss. you need proper protection from a person like me that feels no affection for your life.
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[he just now gave me the money. but he's not taking me clothes shopping. and he's not taking me to riverbank.]
i want to murder her. i'll stab her with an umbrella then open it, cause i'm sick like a diseased ethiopian. you're mad, you die, you bleed, you cry. i laugh. we snicker. elastic tits that stretch like mr. fantastic. i can shut you up in many ways, beat you dead, use a needle and thread. chop up your tongue and feed it to humans, like meat and bread. pussy lips be hangin down to her kneecaps. stab, flesh, puke, slip and grab your neck. bludgeon you bloody buddy. god won't protect your existence, so i dont respect your religion. visually you reflect a pigeon. graphy violence, the science of a bloodbath is mathematic multiplying of a catostrophic dying of vinyl plastic. whether i'm making sense or not, i'm imitating manson. you'll catch a barbarian beating by convicted thugs. force me to brutalize, demonstrate to you how i utilize a butcher knife to computerize your flesh pixelate you. triple 6 degrade you. are you ready to get your dick chopped off with a machete? when it comes to inflicting pain i'm creative. so i hang you to die, on two hooks through your fucking tits. i gotta garbage with your name on it. kill yourself is what you should do. cause i'll make you go through more terror than the terror than bobbits gone through. get stomped bloodless by fuckin heartless pedestrians. every fucking memory of your death i savor, so i soak your fuckin brains in blood for flavor. i grin when i sin, i'll wear your fuckin shin. i stick big fucking knives in your rotting abdomen. a million motherfuckin cockroaches eating your ribs. and as it stands, i'm heated so i bathe in ice. i'm gods gift to the devil, so call me the human sacrifice the fuckin bitch that objected to your marriage. and i'm foul like a dead fetus in a mis carriage. when we bludgeon you you'll get your brain laced. we'll punch you in the same place. til we break our hands on your face. you'll crack your head first. whatever i get-you get worse. i got a busted lip. you got stitches in a hospital bed hearse. this ain't a playfight, you'll get beaten in broad daylight. people watching me, but i ain't got stage fright. no cops in sight. you're getting crack through the side. we'll find you and put bombs under your eyes. too many kicks will pummel your ribs. you might get stabbed in your heart. get a butcher knife and tear you apart. you make me sick, like i ate food with poison in it. you're played out, you're too repetitive. give me a sedative before my brain gets negative and i get the fever for the flavor of a shankin. right in your throat bitch, cause on your bullshit i've od'd on. i've had it. you lyin in the habit like carrots and rabbits, automatics and religous fanatics. fucking bitch, i'm sick of you. pass me the excederin before i bash your fucking head in. the only thing i feel's an allergic reaction. pass the medication, you got me sick like a patient. digestin your weak conversation. shut the fuck up cause i'm not patient. but i'm mental, you might catch a laceration. wanna be hard rock. stop. play at your age. i'm sick from you pussies, like i fucked ya'll and you had aids. my stomach feelin obscure. demolishin the collagen in your face when i smash you with a solid fist. i control the direction of your future. slice you open with a Y shaped incision cause i hate religion. and fear no god so there's no consequences when i make decisions. so fucked i'll desecrate you by suffocating you with the pillow that the dead person rested his head with. a stabbing fatality many abnormalities in your abdomen vacinity except for gravity. there's no blood pressure so no blood squirts when i sever. no blood on my shirts whenever i work it's a perverse pleasure. i wont be reluctant to pull out the knife tucked in my waste, leave it stuck in your face. i'm dancin on your grave like borishnikov. i'll rip you off. leave you in the desert til the voltures strip your corpse. i'm a devil consealed in cloth. walk or get stabbed with a fork. you got a hole in your stomach, yo plug it up with a cork, you dork, lots of blood loss. you need proper protection from a person like me that feels no affection for your life.
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[he just now gave me the money. but he's not taking me clothes shopping. and he's not taking me to riverbank.]