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When I talk to one of you I talk to the Legion. Listen up. (A poem for the pretty clones and pathetic drones)
I do hope you get better.
I’m aware of how lazy addiction can make a human being.
I am also aware of how it can make us into something almost not human.
I definitely don’t mean transcendent.
The opposite even.
I’d say insidiously exploitative, but the reality is more like a cretinous pest who mistakes the poor satire of your mind, and the sycophant like nature of your flying monkeys possibly for some form of cunning.
I read you and see the most obvious pieces of me then I read you more and see absolutely fuck all.
Sock puppets or absolutely useless beings only here to cater to one thing, their need for sexual gratification, or your need to feel important.
While I advance in age while witnessing further indignation of the average person (The bad guy, Mr. Toxic masculinity, Hell, even Plain Jane) I notice you never show umbrage for those who have resource and actually treat you like expendable trash. (Prince Charming, Mr. Right Now, Any man or even woman with money really).
Quite hypocritical, no?
So, while I break you down from the well enough formatted nothing that you have allowed me to see.
I welcome you to break me down from the litany of chaos I have shared.
I am the furthest thing from good. Yet still not quite bad.
We both know you won’t be reading much more from me if any at all after this one.
That’s only if you even get to this one.
I doubt you can handle my “rubbish” anyways.
Let alone any variation of truth that doesn’t paint you as just.
I take some pride in being a Son of a Bitch.
You should take some pride in being a bitch.
After the somewhat succinct and I mean “SOMEWHAT,” succinct nature of your words,
And the flock of beyond drab and preposterously obsequious usual crew of ass lickers.
I understand the place of those who have a genuine candor outside of sex and drugs…lol
Its in the darkness away from the fairy tale you spent your hole of a whole life so far living.
Here I thought I was fucked.
At least I still have some conviction left.
After reading you,
I know I still got much to work towards and even more to give outside of my ego driven self.
Good luck being an object.
Thanks for the unique affirmation that I am not and will never be as drab, or even as daft as you.
Go draft a poem about how wet your pussy gets when you get zonked,
And leave me the fuck alone.
Thank you.
I’m aware of how lazy addiction can make a human being.
I am also aware of how it can make us into something almost not human.
I definitely don’t mean transcendent.
The opposite even.
I’d say insidiously exploitative, but the reality is more like a cretinous pest who mistakes the poor satire of your mind, and the sycophant like nature of your flying monkeys possibly for some form of cunning.
I read you and see the most obvious pieces of me then I read you more and see absolutely fuck all.
Sock puppets or absolutely useless beings only here to cater to one thing, their need for sexual gratification, or your need to feel important.
While I advance in age while witnessing further indignation of the average person (The bad guy, Mr. Toxic masculinity, Hell, even Plain Jane) I notice you never show umbrage for those who have resource and actually treat you like expendable trash. (Prince Charming, Mr. Right Now, Any man or even woman with money really).
Quite hypocritical, no?
So, while I break you down from the well enough formatted nothing that you have allowed me to see.
I welcome you to break me down from the litany of chaos I have shared.
I am the furthest thing from good. Yet still not quite bad.
We both know you won’t be reading much more from me if any at all after this one.
That’s only if you even get to this one.
I doubt you can handle my “rubbish” anyways.
Let alone any variation of truth that doesn’t paint you as just.
I take some pride in being a Son of a Bitch.
You should take some pride in being a bitch.
After the somewhat succinct and I mean “SOMEWHAT,” succinct nature of your words,
And the flock of beyond drab and preposterously obsequious usual crew of ass lickers.
I understand the place of those who have a genuine candor outside of sex and drugs…lol
Its in the darkness away from the fairy tale you spent your hole of a whole life so far living.
Here I thought I was fucked.
At least I still have some conviction left.
After reading you,
I know I still got much to work towards and even more to give outside of my ego driven self.
Good luck being an object.
Thanks for the unique affirmation that I am not and will never be as drab, or even as daft as you.
Go draft a poem about how wet your pussy gets when you get zonked,
And leave me the fuck alone.
Thank you.
Published 10th Aug 2022
Author's Note
This place is almost like any online hangout that has gotten taken over by sex, drugs and degeneracy it seems.
A haven for lust and really, hedonism.
While somehow engaging in ostracism towards anyone with a different view point that challenges the omnipotence of your Jury rigged comfort comprised of the broken spirits of incels, simps , and maybe even some innocent schmucks.(guy or gal) I've seen a lot.
A haven for lust and really, hedonism.
While somehow engaging in ostracism towards anyone with a different view point that challenges the omnipotence of your Jury rigged comfort comprised of the broken spirits of incels, simps , and maybe even some innocent schmucks.(guy or gal) I've seen a lot.
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10th Aug 2022 3:58am
well you have a point I am quite unsure who you are speaking to but my life has never been a fairytale though I am an addict if you don't like it here if you get nothing from it yourself why bother? or is a plea for attention you don't feel like you are getting?
11th Aug 2022 8:18am
I told you what I told you. I don't know why you would even think I was talking about you. You shouldn't ignore me after saying such things to me.
To come at me "plea for attention" here.
Lmao. I had some teenage kid tell me he wanted to be like me today while I was running.
I almost wanted to say hell fucking no.
You seen how I write I take it. Dafuq would I want to be a role model for? I get enough attention.
I'm just too fucked and too blind to even know how to appreciate attention let alone myself.
On top of that, use it confidently because I still deep down have the strongest slither of faith in myself. The constant doubt in my head from these phantoms of the past tho, it's hard to have that self love without being recluse in my case. That can lead to more issues.
I almost thought the teen was playing me but he looked me dead in the eye with no smile. None of his friends were even laughing it was the realist shit I've felt in a while. Made my day easier. My life better.
I think I'm still not able to appreciate me complete yet.
Now as for you. Why care? Like I asked in the message you wouldn't respond to after your comment? Why care? It wasn't to you or anyone in particular either.
I don't write to coddle feelings, I do this so I don't have to break a motherfuckers face for saying the wrong thing to me irl, or live out my darkest irrational desire of harming others who I feel deserve it.
I write here like this to let the monster out so no one has to deal with it in person.
Could give a fuck about any of you feeling hurt by my hurt at this point. If I keep this all to me then it's another set of calls to the crisis line that I seem to make cry myself. That's no help to me. Makes me think they know I'm on borrowed time and I'm the time keeper.
Why even bother? Should I just shut the fuck up? Leave? Change who I am for who?
To come at me "plea for attention" here.
Lmao. I had some teenage kid tell me he wanted to be like me today while I was running.
I almost wanted to say hell fucking no.
You seen how I write I take it. Dafuq would I want to be a role model for? I get enough attention.
I'm just too fucked and too blind to even know how to appreciate attention let alone myself.
On top of that, use it confidently because I still deep down have the strongest slither of faith in myself. The constant doubt in my head from these phantoms of the past tho, it's hard to have that self love without being recluse in my case. That can lead to more issues.
I almost thought the teen was playing me but he looked me dead in the eye with no smile. None of his friends were even laughing it was the realist shit I've felt in a while. Made my day easier. My life better.
I think I'm still not able to appreciate me complete yet.
Now as for you. Why care? Like I asked in the message you wouldn't respond to after your comment? Why care? It wasn't to you or anyone in particular either.
I don't write to coddle feelings, I do this so I don't have to break a motherfuckers face for saying the wrong thing to me irl, or live out my darkest irrational desire of harming others who I feel deserve it.
I write here like this to let the monster out so no one has to deal with it in person.
Could give a fuck about any of you feeling hurt by my hurt at this point. If I keep this all to me then it's another set of calls to the crisis line that I seem to make cry myself. That's no help to me. Makes me think they know I'm on borrowed time and I'm the time keeper.
Why even bother? Should I just shut the fuck up? Leave? Change who I am for who?
