Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Turn your lights down, you son of a bitch!
To the cunt fucks who drive around with their lights on bright the whole time, fuck you! Whether I get blinded by your headlights from straight up in front of me or while we drive a whole stretch of road with you on bright behind me - Cut it the fuck out! Don't give me bullshit that you can't see or you forgot it was on bright. There's a fuckin little lamp light on the dash that's blue that indicates you are on bright. If you don't know that, give up your goddamn license. And if you're excuse is its too dark you can't see? Get the fuck off the road pussy dick, you're not fit to drive you ignorant asshole.
Now if you're the special kind of bright headlight abusing bitch that just keeps it on bright cause you're an assfucking, king of the road, son of a fucking bitch (yeah thats your whore mother), cunt motherfucker, I'd love nothing but to fucking bash your face in with a barbwired baseball bat, assclown.
Now if you're the special kind of bright headlight abusing bitch that just keeps it on bright cause you're an assfucking, king of the road, son of a fucking bitch (yeah thats your whore mother), cunt motherfucker, I'd love nothing but to fucking bash your face in with a barbwired baseball bat, assclown.
Why I hate. Might also be why you hate.
My girlfriend (yes thats right, I have one) told me that i was a melancholic. She's been eating up all these books lately about the 4 personalities; choleric, melancholic, sanguine, and phlegmatic, and, apparently I'm an easy book to read and have been branded as a melancholic. From what I remember her pointing out as to why I am melancholic is that I'm a perfectionist. Which sound so much better than what I think I actually do or am; I comlpain, bellyache, and though I hate to associate this word to myself, I do "bitch". In a manly way don't get me wrong. It's not annoying I promise.
Back to why I hate. The cause of my hate are those... things. You've seen them. They have limbs, stand on two legs, they lumber and wade around, and open their pieholes to talk, and have stupid ideas in those round things on top of their bodies. They have characteristics that make me want to blast my brains out with a shotgun, you know 'em. People. People suck! I've always stood by the thought that life is straight-forward, simple, and, dare I say, easy. But because of "people"... man! Life would be easier with less people. That's a fact. Less. Not none. Less. Way less. Like maybe if it was Adam, Eve, and me. But people. People, man. People. Populations, the masses, the elite, government, crooks, the poor, the rich, Cops! Fuck cops!, the materialistic, the fanatics, the extortionists, the wannabes, the know it alls, the dickheads and the douchebags, the corrupt, the sick and twisted, the ones who tell me what to do, the fuckers who frisk me, the users, the greedy, the false martyrs, the deceitful, PEOPLE! Jeez louise people. There are so many idiots and assholes in this planet to make life a living nightmare. Far from perfect or ideal. Fuckers. (I'm going to start using "we" now cause frankly I hate myself too) We just make everything so complicated. We are all so different and selfish that we lie, scam, hurt, annoy, contradict, scheme, manipulate, and fuck each other over that life becomes a challenge. And thats just the best of us. I haven't gone into the dumbasses and morons in my country.
Now, I know its immature of me to know that life isn't perfect but still expect it to be, but I can't help it. Half the day everyday I make a mental list of the kinds of people that I'd love to put down. I hate people.
Okay, now i got my melancholia on, time to start hating. Next post, sons of bitches on the streets on Manila.
Back to why I hate. The cause of my hate are those... things. You've seen them. They have limbs, stand on two legs, they lumber and wade around, and open their pieholes to talk, and have stupid ideas in those round things on top of their bodies. They have characteristics that make me want to blast my brains out with a shotgun, you know 'em. People. People suck! I've always stood by the thought that life is straight-forward, simple, and, dare I say, easy. But because of "people"... man! Life would be easier with less people. That's a fact. Less. Not none. Less. Way less. Like maybe if it was Adam, Eve, and me. But people. People, man. People. Populations, the masses, the elite, government, crooks, the poor, the rich, Cops! Fuck cops!, the materialistic, the fanatics, the extortionists, the wannabes, the know it alls, the dickheads and the douchebags, the corrupt, the sick and twisted, the ones who tell me what to do, the fuckers who frisk me, the users, the greedy, the false martyrs, the deceitful, PEOPLE! Jeez louise people. There are so many idiots and assholes in this planet to make life a living nightmare. Far from perfect or ideal. Fuckers. (I'm going to start using "we" now cause frankly I hate myself too) We just make everything so complicated. We are all so different and selfish that we lie, scam, hurt, annoy, contradict, scheme, manipulate, and fuck each other over that life becomes a challenge. And thats just the best of us. I haven't gone into the dumbasses and morons in my country.
Now, I know its immature of me to know that life isn't perfect but still expect it to be, but I can't help it. Half the day everyday I make a mental list of the kinds of people that I'd love to put down. I hate people.
Okay, now i got my melancholia on, time to start hating. Next post, sons of bitches on the streets on Manila.
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