Yeah you you fucking cock sucking chump. If you're reading this you're probably a fucking bastard child that needs to get your tits cut off and dropped in the ocean for the sharks to finish off. but only after you suffer from the salt water burn in your freshly opened wounds.
I pretty much would like to put my foot through the back of your face and piss on your corpse. right after i fuck your mother in the butt hole while you watch of course.
i'm jk this is random dribble from my keyboard as i sip on this pepsi cola. but for real it's summer time and it's gorgeous outside. nothing like rolling down the windows and letting the 350 horsepower engine wind out at top speed with your sunglasses on and a half a 5th of hennessy flowing through your blue blooded veins.
It would be a lot more enjoyable if I could do that without a 9 to 5. Where I continuously get my bhole reamed from the constant annoyance of needy businessmen draining the life out of you like vampires that can't get enough blood for everything under the sun including the kitchen sink.
The daily grind consists of dragging your leather ass to the office at the crack of dawn while the roosters are still clucking. Barely able to open your eyes from the hangover last night you sit at your desk. The blinding florescent lights rain down upon your black bagged eyeballs. Only moments into the day you're rudely awaken by the pissing and moaning of old fat fucking ego driven superiors about your daily pain in the ass fuck up.
I'm pretty sure that moment captured in time is where the American Dream died.
But everyday you continue to show up only because you need a few green pieces of paper. those same pieces of paper you've held in your hands thousands of times. How the fuck has it becomes so elusive after being so hard to not have it for so many years. Shit makes me sick.
I'd rather live on the streets than expose myself to this constant migraine that racks my brain daily. I can't even make it through the day without a steady dose of happy pills.
I wish I had a bright side to this story but this shit genuinely makes me irritated to the point of violence. Fucked up part about it is I can't even come home and work on my own shit to get outta this 9-5 because there isn't enough time in the day. fucking wake up at 5am get home at 5pm so god damn tired and mentally drained trying to pump out anything for 3 hours and eat and take a shit and go to sleep. Pretty much enough to drive any sane person to cross over to the kick you in the face side.
This shit will just build up until I boil over. It all leads to the same conclusion I don't even know why I even drag myself through it. Only thing I'll ever do in life is internet thuggin and site slangin'. it's all i know all the rest is irrelevant mindless fucking nigger slave chain legged work. and i aint no fucking spear chucking porch monkey.
I'll buy a couple more weeks grit my teeth and bear it. But I will not stay in this dogshit paying piece of shit job. I could make more money collecting fucking aluminum cans than i do degrading myself daily at this job.
by the way my rooms a disaster area. fucking check stubs everywhere from pr0n slangin, irl fucking dogshit job, etc.. hell i still have boxes sitting on my floor from a year ago when i moved in. i never planned to stay this long gg to that. fucking clothes everywhere, new clothes, old clothes, dirty clothes, wet clothes, jackets, sweaters, sweats, jeans, fuck. There is even a semi automatic weapon on the floor laying amongst the rubble. not to mention my bed hasn't been made in AT LEAST a few months.
pretty accurate reflection of my state of mind at the moment. shits rough in the streets son. it's about time i get it together and kick someone in the face if they get in my way next time. people don't listen unless you speak up hence the long post. so i plan on being a little more vocal in any situation in order to accomplish what i need to do to get out of this spot between a rock and a hard place.
fuck it i'll just let this post go on and on. heres some food for thought.
i'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow i'll be back in an hour or so.
yeah so this post has been awkward and long for a while now no need in stopping now. we might as well just take a dive in that dreaded deep end people keep talking about. what the fuck does it matter anyway? not like i have anything to lose.
except maybe my dignity. lolol not.
so i've been working on absolutely nothing other than shitty wannabe scripts that mimick wordpress but is a lot less retarded and cluttered with bullshit that you absolutely don't need. basically just an optimized wordpress that you don't need to change any settings on put into the most basic format ever. my script > wordpress. I still have a ton of a shit i want to add to it. but it all comes with time. it's pretty hawt i gotta admit. also i think i've contradicted myself at least 17 times in this last paragraph full of babble. but this post is all about rambling and continuation of a brain fart. the longest fart that has ever been recorded via website.
I'm pretty sure if it gets any longer you'll have to call it the bible. i mean they both hold about an equal amount of truth in them. of course mine being of superior quality. maybe i'll rename it to something cool. we'll call my holy written text the cotton pony. it shall live in infamy.
by the way i went to the chocolate festival last weekend and all i have to say is god damn. so much hawt twat moving around these days its beautiful. no wonder 90% of those hoes had kids. you can't walk around looking like that without getting gang raped and impregnated at least once. and the food was great including the little chocolate covered frozen fruits that shit was bomb. the whole experience is that much better when you've had 3 norcos and a 6 pack while you listened to the live music they provided as well. yeah it was aight i enjoyed myself quite a bit.
i also copped a bunch of clothes last weekend from the mall. again mad twat running the streets with twats all stretched out from children bearing. shits crazy yo i can't believe how many spic hoes that are out here in cali having kids. it's everywhere i look.
ok i'm done having a psychotic episode typing to myself for 30 minutes. i hope you enjoyed that freestyle dribble flying off the keys of my wireless microsoft keyboard nigger what.
