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While everyone's staring off into limbo automatically thinking that I'm some social type that they'd assume I'd say all hail me just for the pure satisfaction of a mislead dis-functional yet functional over populated society which some would say is my sanity, which took a long wrong turn while trying to burn everything in sight. So what if you're right? What happened to freedom of rites? Yea, yea, I know most of the population that makes up your whole inner inbred circle jerk-society blows, but why tell me? I mean for Gods sake, can you just put me out of my own misery already? While you sit up there in your little clock tower trying to shove a rock up your ass, maybe the rest of civilization would like to get on with the rest of it's weak, boring, pathetic and useless life. Have you ever once at least tried considered respecting someone else's non-existing emotions? You fucking freak

Today's main thought of the day

of what people like to say

It's like when someone

while on the run

describes falling

when no one's calling

ending with the word splat

and you just want to say

in a somewhat decent way

I hope that you feel like a frog

that hits the windshield of a truck

that's moving about 120 mph

cause your life ain't worth twenty cents

and the feeling you leave

is too damn sour

I'd get up at the crack of dawn

to bury you in the front lawn

but why take the time

when I can gut you at the drop

of a dime and waste such

a beautiful crime so that

the next time I can see you

is at your funeral

toss some TNT

watch everyone else's misery

and be happy to know that I

was the one who didn't give

a fuck and threw you

in front of the truck

that was doing about

a hundred and twenty

and yes in the end my friend

you truly looked like

a frog hitting the windshield

of a truck that was moving

120 mph, shit said that out loud

damn it, oh well fuck it

Your life's an accessory, no purchase necessary. Your brain was obviosily bought off ebay cause you never have anything to say., so you can put away your cracker jack free store bought credit card while standing in line at an AA meeting trying to figure out how much a mothers day card is so you can steal it. Shit I bet if your brain was in a wood pecker the only sound you'd hear would be you hitting the ground, cause you can't go any where in life with your head shoved up your dog's ass, I'd kill you myself, but my car's out of gas. So for the time being, smile wide while I relaod, cause the sight of a bullet in your head is definitely worth it's weight in gold.

So, you agree that while it's not probable, it's possible that by jerking off in the ladies bathroom you could impregnate your mother.



If it'll end this conversation any sooner, then yes.



Fine. So because of your selfish base need to make cum come out of your 'pee-pee', you could in fact wind up the father of your own brother.



Like she'd have the kid?!?!



Your mom's still Catholic right? She gets pregnant, there's no way she's going to get an abortion. So then what are ya gonna tell the little inbred retard with the beady eyes and the limp that his inferior dialect couldn't possibly process? 'sorry brother-son, but mommy-wife and I didn't have the balls to break with the Rome and end your unholy existence when you were just a mal-formed zygote! It would probably break his brains and make him all sex nuts an retard-strong, next thing you know he'd be trying to stick your dick in his mouth, because he thimks that's what families are supposed to do with one another-fuck and suck.