Fuck off
The quote on my bio is still one of my favorite bits of writting. It also explains my Fuck You mood today. Every one should die, burn, suffer, be aborted (no matter the age) and be stuffed up each others asses, like those fuckin russian dolls where they just get smaller and smaller, each one you fuckin open.
Fuck.
Okay, why not? Fuck the homeless and their fuckin breathing, walking, eating and shitting asses.
"Hey, hey...hey, brother!"
I've got my headphones on for a reason you fuck.
-what?
"Got some change? or a smoke?
-no.
I think my "no" sounded a bit brutal. This isn't ego talkin' here. I think a bit of the Satan Extract was included in this recipe for No.
Still love this town. I should be fine and dandy with the amount of homeless fuck heads out there. I've need help soooooooo many fuckin times and something or someone has always come to the rescue.
But these fucks...just today, the rest of the year they can do what the fuck ever they want..just today they should find that little door to the soup kitchen of hell, eat the flesh off one another so they can for real and true share what they have in their little Share and share alike commune of a street, while they toss spare change and lit cigs into one anothers sexual organs, which spurt cum and juice onto the eyeballs of each other, so they can't see - just feel - every thing that happens to them.
Use your head for a fucking toilet you worthless fucking shit. "you're cute." your fuckin homeless, yeah, I'm cute. I bathe you fuckin cunt! no shit. Buy me a beer. NO! Get a job and buy yourself a fuckin beer! and this one. this fuckin one
"God bless you, sir."
GIVE ME MY FUCKING CHANGE BACK! I don't care if your drinking with it, shooting up on it, getting coffee or paying for an abortion with it. DON'T bless me you fucking fuck!
p.s. i love humanity. can't you fuckin tell.
Beer time!