bitch. Who do you think you are? You want to act like your Jesus Christ FUCKING ALL mighty and I am the dirt under the child rapist fingernails? Well how about I nail your fucking wrists and ankles to a cross and hang your bitch ass up to rot cunt? A spear to your side… how does that feel now you worthless piece of rat feces? And when you cry out “My God, my God why hast though forsaken me?” I’m going to answer that it’s, "Because of the way you have treated me and because of the way you look at me when I talk to you, its because of the way you talk for 24 hours straight at me and then interrupt me when I start to talk to you. Its because you talk to the animals with understanding and love and talk to me like I’m an animal. Its because you take my low self opinion and reinforce it times 1000.
Its because when I tell you this and make it obvious I’m leaving you tell me you love me and dont want me to go.
repeat… ad infinitum
Fuck you. Fuck this. Fuck God. Fuck my life. Fuck my liver. Where’s my alcohol?
World class indeed, but I’m too distracted by the mentions of alcohol to pay attention. It’s time to crawl back inside that whiskey bottle and see if I can stop the voices.
OHH! Whammo…I was just about to run in here with an 10 for you, but then this? BEGGING for a rating? No. You should be so twatslapping, dickcutting angry that what we shitsuckers think means NOTHING…
and another thing that wasn’t clear right away:
I see where you wanted to go with this line of reasoning and it could have been a clever analogy, but as it stands…it seems this cunt is talking to YOU with understanding and love.
So sorry. I’ve spoken to several editors and it seems there’s no way to fix your rant.
Best of luck and let me know if you find a publisher.
Seriously though…Jager…ice cold…in a pint glass.
Tomorrow you’ll either be dancing, vomiting or shitting your brains out.
