| Me telling someone off as nicely as i can |
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| 11:55pm 26/03/2005 |
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You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless
bag of filth. As we say in Texas. I'll bet you couldn't
pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel.
You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would
rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a
spineless little worm deserving nothing but the
profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel.
Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a
stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant
dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal
accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An
insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody,
abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who
sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of
what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging
to the same species as you. You are a monster, an
ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you.
You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid
you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You
are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth.
You are a nincompoop and did I mention you smell?
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk
pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon
finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before
spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame
of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy,
convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are
grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and
disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look
down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You
are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and
lost in a land that reality forgot.
And what meaning do you expect your delusionally
self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced
opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold
that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums
would have more weight than that of a leprous desert
rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the
bite of the snake?
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are
ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent
of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless
void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you
puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of
drool. You are deficient in all that lends character.
You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank
and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the
source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and
sorrow wherever you go.
You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod.
Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless
base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish
foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You
gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained
clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You
craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You
gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You
dread-bolted fobbing beef-wittedc lapper-clawed
flirt-gill.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath.
You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel
debased just for knowing you exist. I despise
everything about you, and I wish you would go away.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean
rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid
so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know
into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are
trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on
itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed.
Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape.
Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury
stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our
entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your
writing has to be that of a troll. Nothing in our
universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is
some primordial fragment from the original big bang of
stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so
uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the
laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go
on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this,
you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't
have enough strength left to deride your ignorant
questions and half baked comments about unimportant
trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel.
The only thing worse than your logic is your manners.
I have snipped away most of your of what you wrote,
because, well... it didn't really say anything. Your
attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful.
I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults
among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe
later in life, after you have learned to read, write,
spell, and count, you will have more success. True,
these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal"
people take for granted that everyone has an easy time
of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are
"challenged" persons in this world who find these
things more difficult. If I had known, that this was
your case then I would have never read your post. It
just wouldn't have been "right." Sort of like parking
in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in
the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be
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| 07:24pm 25/03/2005 |
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mood:  lethargic music: Murderous screams in my Head
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Note the subject... its shows my undying enthusiasm for the day from hell! Yippie. If u love me... POST |
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| Birds are mean! |
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| 01:09am 25/03/2005 |
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mood:  sore music: PH snoring
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Nothing to say... Oh Oh i was attacked by 13 pelicans and some random other birds last night... maybe fish oil wasnt the way to go... Either way it was entertaining..
Love to my PH
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| 07:49pm 23/03/2005 |
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mood:  determined music: Voices n head. no im not tellin them about u i promise!
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Why do cell phone companies get off on taking the joy's of my life away from me! sheesh... its like not only is ph in MI but now she is over her texting plan and sadly enough now we cannot text anymore. sad yes. o well.. its only a few days left..
Bored without my PH... maybe i can high-jack a seagul to fly me to MI. wait no.. it would die due to cold climate... OH! a pelican can put me in its beak and take me there! YES thats my plan.. i will be back later... (searching for a pelican) |
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| 09:54pm 22/03/2005 |
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mood:  cynical music: Wonderful Night (Fatboy Slim)
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Indeed as of 9:47 i was sucked into the LJ pool... PH you better be happy... and this only proves yet again that I WIN! like always.. jk... well theres not to much to be said as of now. its kinda like this... my world is PH and PH isnt here. so my world is gone. its in michigan.. is this fair? NO! o well she shall return one day.. and what a glorious day that will be. ha
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