fucking women!!!

you fucking scags! you fucking cowards!

when is this fucking sick, stupid, selfish, childish
'women don't owe you anything' mentality
going to fucking die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

women don't owe you anything!

stop thinking you're that fucking special!
stop thinking you're fucking better than me!

where the fuck do men exist in your world?
where the fuck does equality come into play?

do you have any fucking clue what it's like to be this lonely!
you fucking cuntscags!

i want to be touched! i'm worth physical contact!

instead of thinking you owe me physical contact, why not think that i'm worth it, and you're not selfish enough to deny me! you fucking greedy whores! you're selfish fucking cowards and i can prove it on fucking twitter! i've been single for three fucking years! brutally alone, and trying daily not to be! go ahead and keep blaming it on me, while you walk by and say no! you fucking cowards!!! i just want to be touched! no, you don't owe me shit, i never said that, but i owe you a heart full of fucking pain! you fucking scams! you're fake, false, phony fucking people! you're trying too hard to be something you're not, and no one can convince you otherwise! believe me, i've been fucking trying! grow the fuck up and touch someone, it doesn't hurt you! what the fuck does it hurt to touch someone? how the fuck does an ass fondling hurt you? cause it sure as fuck doesn't hurt me! i fucking crave it! i love having my ass grabbed, especially by strangers! so what the fuck is the difference between you and i, except that i'm brave and you're just a fucking coward? you've put up so many barriers keeping guys like me out, then blame me for having too many barriers.

that's the female fucking mind for you. completely illogical, but totally justified.

fuck you women. fuck you women. just because you have one doesn't mean you have to be one. i've said that to males, but the same goes for you. just because you have a pussy doesn't mean you have to be a pussy. use it. you fucking crags. why can't you just touch me? what the fuck is it going to hurt you! i do not have ebola! i do not have cooties! i'm not a criminal! i'm not a drug addict! i'm not a rapist! i'm not a fucking child molester! but you fucking treat me like one! you make me feel like one! do i make you feel like a fucking whore every day? do i make you feel like a turd stain on an outhouse wall? and you don't owe me anything? why the fuck would you owe me something?

and more importantly...

why the fuck would physical contact be something you 'owe' someone?

you fucking stupid whores, you dumb fucking cunts. what the fuck is wrong with you.

i've been begging to be touched. touched. for three years now.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!

here's the difference between you and me... ready?

here's you, walking down a street...

you pass by a bum...

here's the thought in your head, that i can clearly see written across your eyes...

ew, gross, don't look at me, oh, i hope he didn't look at my ass.

i've seen you ladies use your purses to cover your asses when you walk past me.

fucking cowards.

and now, by comparison... here's me.

i'm a nudist.
i'm an exhibitionist.
i have no fears.
i have no inhibitions.
i have no excuses.

that's pretty much the opposite of you on the brave end of the pool.

'women don't owe you anything'. keep saying that. keep thinking you're special enough to 'owe' anyone anything. keep thinking that's what we're asking for from you.

keep thinking your pussy is worth more money than my cock.

'prostitution is the oldest profession'... yeah, well, it shouldn't have been.

what, you've never seen the movie 'can't buy me love'? cunts.

love.

you dumb fucks.

love is what makes the world go round. not you, not your wallet, not your pussy.

love.

means the friction between two people, not just one person thinking about themselves.

you fucking whores.

do i need to say this again?
do i need to repeat myself?
do i need to keep ranting about this shit?
when will you get it through your thick fucking skulls?

YOU'RE WRONG!!!

your society is sick. delusional. in denial. i'm not the only one with proof of that.

wake the fuck up!

touch is not a currency. touch is not something to charge for.

you greedy, selfish fucking children. paranoid, fearful, excuse driven fucks.

you've used every fucking excuse you could think of on me.

the dumbest, and most recent excuse?

i fucking love this one. this is prime ammunition to use in my war against you and your high and might 'can't touch me with a ten foot prick' fuckin' high horse pedestal.

you fucking queens.

get a load of this one. guys, this is for you, this is how cruel and cold women can be, right here, ready? take a fucking picture of this, and cum on it later. this is worth more than gold. this is worth more than all the diamonds their pussies are made out of.

primal ammunition to kill one of the dumbest topics known to man.

to eradicate, to slaughter, to cleanse... this is powerful.

yesterday, i talked to a wonderful lady, named alissa. i told her it was one of my favourite names. offered every bit of myself to her, which isn't worth shit to her.

any man on this planet not know that?

anyway, she gets up and walks away.

i said 'hey, let me help you'.

you wanna take a wild guess what billion dollar verbage she regurgitated out at me?

i love this one... ladies, i really hope this hurts...

she said... and i quote... 'i'm unhelpable'.

i said 'bullshit, no one's unhelpable'.

(little does she know, that's not even a word, but aside from that...)

she goes walking away, i said 'give me a chance'.

she shouts back without even looking back, 'i've got your number'.

guys, i'm officially opening the betting table right now. i've got a billion dollars that says she never calls. how much you wanna bet? right now? the deadline for her to call is september twenty sixth, twenty fifty. any bets?

no. the truth is, you ladies are just cowards. pussies. whiny little bitches who want to be equal with men, but don't want to do all the hard work it took to get us here.

see all those buildings out there, and all those luxury couches you sit your fragile naked little asses on?

yeah, we built that shit for you.

so... you don't owe me anything?

you don't owe me physical contact?

how about the heartbreak?
how about my kids being taken from me?
how about everything i've given?
how about everything i've done for you?
how about everything i've offered you?
how about everything i did for the mother of my children that will never be paid back?
how about the thousands of dollars she owed my mother and grandmother?
how about the year we paid her rent while she's signing away my kids?
how about the damage to my mother's heart for losing my daughter?
how about the death of my mother?

nothing is worth a fucking thing to you, is it?

how about the three years of loneliness?
how about the eternal scar on my heart?
how about the fact that i can't enjoy this life like you do?
how about the fact that guys never give me shit in exchange for sex?
how about all the times i had to drive the mother of my children to work?
how about the poems and writings and ideas i've lost cause i was too poor to keep them?
or what about the fact that i'm so much more open to anonymous physical contact?

i've done a lot of shit for you ladies, hoping for a little attention in return.

are you saying i should never have done a fucking thing for you?

are you saying i should leave you dead in a ditch, than try to see you as an actual equal?

what the fuck do you women want, if not physical contact?

cause to me, that's all that truly matters in life.

not to consumers who are too blinded by products to see any alternative way to live life...

but that's all that truly matters in life.

love. touch. sex. physical contact. beasts mating in a field.

love doesn't hurt anyone.
touch doesn't hurt anyone.
sex doesn't cause any damage.

and i've already got herpes, so i beat you on that one, too. pussies.

go ahead, keep thinking you're better than me.
keep thinking you've got something on me.
keep thinking 'you owe me something'.

and i'll keep trying to destroy your entire monetary society.

i'll keep spreading my message of love not money.

make love not war.
make children, not paychecks.
give love, not diamonds.

oh, i'm just getting started ladies. you wanted a war. you wanted to reject me, exclude me, ignore me. this is what you get. you get a bigger set of balls than andrew dice clay.

and no, it's not supposed to be pretty and shiny and happy like all the plastic fuckin' products you obsess over and constantly buy when you don't need them.

this is supposed to get down and brutal and real fuckin' ugly.

cause i know that's how you see me.

ugly.

that's all you think of me. i'm not good enough for you. i'm ten thousand leagues under your league.

fuck you. you gunts are nowhere near that special.

you flaunt your asses in tight pants, but call the cops on me because my body is too ugly to be legal.

you've been wrongfully gifted with that ability for too long.

i admit, your bodies are very beautiful... BUUUUUT...

just because your bodies are beautiful, doesn't mean my body's a fucking crime.

ever hear the term 'double standard'?

oh, here's another one... how about the night that susan asked me if i heard her getting laid?

that was a good one.

you're not that special, ladies. you're just the other side of this genetic fuck pool. that's all you are. and how dare you put yourselves above us just because you're female. just because you don't have a disgusting cock hanging between your legs.

you wanna keep calling us disgusting, we're gonna send those bullets right back at ya, sweetie.

this is war.

this is to end loneliness, homelessness, hopelessness, poverty, seclusion, and war.

this is to bring you down to my level.

'the only solution i can see from my hell, is for your expensive heaven to fall'.

i never put you on a pedestal. you did that to get away from my repugnant ass.

come down off that fucking pedestal, so we can fuck and move on with our lives.

'women don't owe you anything'.

the fuck.

then i don't owe you anything either, bitch.

like the acknowledgement that you're equal? yeah, scratch that.
or the common courtesy of opening the door for you? fuck that one.
or the politeness of letting you out into traffic? yeah, that's out the window.

or how about the respect of not pissing infront of you, or flashing you?

if my flesh is so traumatic to you, i'm gonna act the same way when you walk down the street with your ass hanging out in my fuckin' face. i'll call the cops on your ass. literally.

wanna fuckin' try me? you could have just touched me, and this would be over.

but no, you had to be right all the fuckin' time. whiny whiny whiny.

fuckin' pussies.

yeah, i don't owe you shit either. next time i walk around naked, you can't say shit. deal?

that's what you wanted. a complete division, separation, and rift between you, and anything as ugly as me, right? isn't that what you so obviously wanted? you didn't even have the balls to just admit it, and say something, like 'hey, asshole, we're never gonna touch you, just move on with your miserable life'. no, you couldn't be expected to do anything mature. you cunts.

you wanna keep playing this game? then put your shin pads on, and let's fuckin' go.

and i'm fighting to the death, by the way.

which means, either i die, and you win, or your retarded side of the argument dies, and we fuck.

you think you're so sophisticated, that you can keep sex to yourself because your credit card tells you you're all safe and secure. you're living in a delusion that looks really stupid from the outside.

just sayin'.

take a good look at yourself, ladies. are you something to be 'owed'?
are you something to be bought, owned, and paid for?

while you're simultaneously bitching about ownership, and men's entitlement...

elliot rodger is putting a bullet through his own head because of you.

and your insensitive, incessant bitching, and only thinking of yourselves...

just keep in mind, some dude is dead because you couldn't reach out and touch someone.

suicide happens because you can't be brave enough to use love to make the fuckin' world go round!

YOU COWARDS!!! YOU FUCKING COWARDS!!!

at least i'm no coward when it comes to shit like love, sex, and making the fucking world go round.

i'll give any guy a blowjob.
i'll offer up my ass as a local homeless cumdumpster.
i'll make panhandling signs that say 'you can sexually assault me whenever you want'.

but i'm too ugly to be raped or molested.
i'm too intelligent to be a drug addict.
i'm too unique to be a clone.
i'm too hopeless to be alone.
i'm too talented to follow orders.
i'm too invisible to you to matter.

get over yourselves. equality of the sexes, means... if we're shit to you, then you're shit to us.

that's all it means.

you wanna be equal?

or you wanna be your fucking selves?

stop trying to be something you're not.
stop begging for diamond rings, luxury, and a free ride through life.

and stop telling me i'm begging for handouts like it's an insult, cause it's not.

i'm very proud to not be you.
i'm extremely proud to be poor, to not need money to live.
i love not having your life.

as motley crue says,

all i ever heard as a kid was 'you're born to lose'
all i ever wanted was a shot at breaking the rules
i wanna make a lot of money, but i don't wanna go to school
i don't wanna get a real job, i don't wanna be you
i'd rather be dead, i'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head
i wanna take on the world, i wanna bang a million girls
i don't wanna wear a three piece suit, i don't wanna be you
i'd rather be dead, i'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head.

fuck you cunts. i'm so much cooler than you, it hurts.

'so ugly it hurts'...

i'm so offensively unique, it scares you, and i'm proud of that.

you have no clue what to think of me, and i can see it written on your fucking eyes.

you're not worth the tits you were both with.

and i'm not worth the cock i was born with.

wanna keep playing games?

or do you want to realize that i don't play any 'game'.

i'm a whole different kind of man, sweetie. i don't come along very often. i know that.

you can keep this cold wall up, or you can see what life has to offer.

underneath her skin and jewelry
hidden in her words and eyes
is a wall that's cold and ugly
and she's scared as hell
trembling at the thought of feeling
wide awake and keeping distance
nothing seems to penetrate her
cause she's scared as hell

i ain't fuckin' scared of shit.
i don't even fear death.
why the fuck should i?
cause it comforts you in this ocean of unknown?
i'm not here to coddle the development out of your evolutionary adolescence, and i'm sorry it hurts, but growing pains always hurt. you fucking cowards! you can bitch, cry, and whine, or you can get up and fuck something like a man. crave something. yearn for something. hunger for something. instead of living under a rock of denial.

you still think i'm the only one?
you still think i'm the one who's bitching and whining?
you still think i'm the one who's ugly?

i don't want your shiny fuckin' products.
i don't want your lexus, your mercedes, your fuckin' bmw.
i don't want your fuckin' diamond rings and wedding dresses.
i don't want the shiny happy delusion you live in out of fear.

i'd rather be homeless and brutally alone, than see your repulsive ass in tight spandex.

cover that shit up, ladies. modesty is class, you morons. stop thinking you're so free to do whatever you want. stop thinking that just because you stumbled onto this planet means you deserve to be here more than i do. you fucking greedy, selfish fucking whores. you fucking cowards.

i don't charge money for my cock!

i'll repeat that! i don't charge money for my cock!

how dare you think yourself above me. you're on the same ground i'm on, you delusional fuck.

you don't make the world go round.
your wallet doesn't make the fuckin' world go round.

what keeps people here...
what keeps life living...
whether you can admit it or not...

is sex.

keep being scared of that word.
keep sharing it with rich men only.
keep thinking you're not a product.

my hairy, smelly bum ass is worth more than your diamonds and lies.

because i'm honest.
i'm open.
i've got nothing to hide.
i don't charge money for shit.
i'm not greedy and selfish.
and i certainly ain't no fucking coward.

you don't even have to know my name to touch me, and i don't need to know yours.
you don't owe me any money for touching me, nor do i have to be awake.
you do not have to ask my permission to touch me, and i will never call the cops on you.

because touch is not a crime.
physical contact doesn't hurt anyone, unless they're that big of a pussy.

'ew, you touched my elbow and held the door open for me, i'm calling the cops!'.

fuckin' pussies.
fuckin' cowards.

i'm calling you out.

how dare you get to stay in your little hole of delusion. not any more. there's an earth out here that needs female, which is why it made female in the first place... for a fucking reason!

take that pun and shove it up your cunts, ladies. that's an ozztek tampon bullet.

oh, you owe me fifty nine ninety five for it. or a blowjob. wanna compare my balls with yours?

come on, ladies, don't be a pussy, step up to my challenge.

don't be weak, fragile cowards. there's sex to be had. there's more breeding to be accomplished (what, would you deny that your leaders are right about that? that's what they've been selling you all along, you fucking morons).

at least i didn't sit around asking for life to be handed to me like you women do.

i went out and lived my life, however miserable and lonely, i educated myself, i filled my brain with all the knowledge i could find about evolution and psychedelics and heavy fuckin' metal. comedy, nudity, and all the things i didn't fear in life! you fucking cowards!!!

you fearful, paranoid fucking pussies. and you think you're that special.

'women don't owe you anything'.

'sword to a great divide'.

you're not that special. you aren't worth the flesh around your pussy.

here's a painful joke... this is for the guys...

i'm sure you've heard this one.

what do you call that useless piece of skin around a vagina? a woman.

yeah, ow, ooh, yes, ma'am. that's how daddy likes it. painful and dry.

that's all i owed you. for the years of pain.

go ahead, keep fiddling with the lock on my ammunition cabinet instead of my cock. see which one explodes first.

i'd love to see your side of the argument covered in pornographic cum.

like a bukake video. ever seen those? no? oh, then how can you claim to be brave?

see thems? thems little babies danglin' from your chin, hunny! how come they're only cute to you when they're between the ages of zero to talking, and then you realize what a mistake life was?

just like my cousin. videogame addict with three kids. fat, miserable, angry.

yeah, i coulda told ya that. in fact, i thunk i did.

oh, but you're always right, and you listen so well. isn't that why all the singles videos tell men to be the good listener? what the fuck have you ever heard us say?

fucking hypocrites. liars. crabs. scams. fakes. phonies. clones. losers.

you're all a bunch of fucking liars and cowards. weaklings. and i've proven it many times over, if you cared to read my fucking blog. if you can't read my blog, i just hold that as more evidence, more proof, more ammunition against you and your lies.

'women don't owe you anything'.

well, now you owe me twenty bucks for the blog post. it's literally that valuable.

i even trimmed my nails for it. oh, i'm high class, ladies. little would you know.

so yeah, i guess the debate's over. just waiting for someone to be as brave as i am. preferably someone who's not in denial that they have tits.

let me ask you something, ladies...

other than breastfeeding and attraction, what else are your tits good for?

cause if i had tits and a pussy, i certainly wouldn't need you.

you wanna keep playing this game?

just to warn you, i played the insult game for years with the mother of my children. no love was made out of that, just war upon war, but i will tell you... i won.

oh yeah.

score one for the men's side.

yeah, i fuckin' won. you can ask her.

ask her about that email i sent her. ask her how much it hurt. go ahead. record her answer so i can piss on it. go ahead.

of course i won. because i am right. and i will win again.

it says on my twitter...

whoever said 'sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me'... obviously never met me.

yes, i will hurt you.
yes, my words kill.

someone had to take that job.
someone had to own that perspective.

the one opposing your horseshit selfrighteous perspective up its own asshole.

you self worshipping fucking cunts. self obsessed, self justifying...

it's all about you, isn't it?

let me ask you one more question, which i know you don't have the balls to answer...

is this your world, or mine?

since you didn't want to touch me...
since you wanted to leave me alone for three years...
since you wanted to blame it all on me...
since you couldn't hear my call for truce...

it's on.

grab your weapons, ladies.
don't be pussies, my mother knew how to shoot.
my mother also built her own hot rod nova.

and i owe you something? seriously? you think you're that special?

no, see, my mother built her own hot rod, you flaming cunts!

this is a contest. like, better than the shit you see on reality television.

this ain't gladiators. this is glad he ate hers. get the fucking clue.

you wanna think you're that much better than me...
that you can decide to touch me or not...
that you're the one to say yes or no...

then you deserve every bullet coming at you, and don't bitch and whine if you get hurt.

you're the one who wanted this fucking war.
you're the one who couldn't just open up and touch someone.
you're the one who had to be so controlled and misled and conditioned.

not me.

hey, guys, if you need to get laid, forget about those snobby selfish women, my asshole is free of charge! open twenty four seven, and doesn't even know what the word 'rejection' means!

i have no fears!
i have nothing to hide!
and i won't bitch about getting pregnant either!
i won't demand child support!
i won't blame you for always being so wrong!
i won't degrade you for being too ugly for me!
i won't demand a paycheck from you!
i don't want your fucking money!
and i won't release the sex tape on the internet later!

hey, what a deal that is... if you could have that, or a woman... what would you choose?

tally up the guys votes...
tally up the girls votes...

wow.

flabbergastingly unsurprising.

women are scared of intellect. because it's not expensive enough to warrant the 'wow' look on their plastic fuckin' faces. it's not as shiny as the ring on their fuckin' finger.

you whores. you're just walking products. mannequins who are worth less than the products they wear. you think i'm stupid? you think i don't know what i'm talking about?

okay, then get on the fuckin' war field. don't be a coward. get in the fuckin' ring.

you wanna be equal, you gotta hit like a man! rape like a man, fuck like a man, kill like a man, do every dark disturbing thing any male has ever done, rob a few banks, grow some fuckin' balls, have a woman call them disgusting, learn to walk around with that pain in your stomach every day, take a few bullets to the head, take a few swords to the heart, slaughter a few fields full of brown children, steal money and trade it for oil, dig up the earth including ancient burial sites, poison everything, own some fucking banks, kill some more children, rape some more women, kill yourself a few more hundred times over, castrate yourself, donate your balls to the smithsonian, donate your tits to national geographic, make some fuckin' metal songs that kick devin townsend's ass if you have the balls to listen to him in the first place...

and then you can be an equal. then you get to sit on the tall stool in the coffee shop.

till then, you are still the weaker sex to me, simply because you can't touch me.

you wanna deny that, i'll just keep shoving it right back up your collective cunt.

till you thank me, and wipe yourself off.

that's how this is gonna be. this is how you wanted it.

you wanna talk about consequences, this is my offering to you.

brutal, honest, hardcore fucking truth, straight from the source of the pain, no denial, no fear.

this is me standing on the battlefield first. i've already got the head start, plus i was here first. as far as bravery goes, i've already won. you want to be equal, this is your doorway.

and i will say again, just to end this with as much pain and damage as possible.

you don't have to pay to touch me.
you don't have to ask permission.
you don't have to know my name.
and i won't try to get vengeance.
i won't call the cops on you.
i won't ask for child support.
i won't bitch and whine and cry about it in the morning.
and it doesn't matter how ugly you think i am...

i already feel way uglier.

there's no damage you can do to me that hasn't already been done.

go ahead, ladies. send me your first salvo. spit that first weak little pong ball bullet out of your talented little pole dancing cunts, and let's see how far it fuckin' flies, shall we?

cause i don't think you want to be equal to men.

men murder. men rape. men kill. men lie. men cheat. men steal. men molest children. i certainly don't want to be equal to them, i am above them, that would be descension for me.

i claim no allegiance to either side of this room. you need to understand that about me.

i am equal to no one.

and i interest no one.

don't compare me to any other male.

if i hear you ladies say one more time that i look like eric clapton or the douchebag from coldplay, i will actually fucking punch your teeth out, and probably kick you in the cunt, before my ptsd throws your weak ass into traffic.

don't fuck with me. since you couldn't fuck me anyway, what are you worth?

and what the fuck do i owe you??? huh?

don't fucking call me bro.
don't fucking ask me for shit.
don't expect a fucking thing from me.

you had to birth this much pain in my heart, and now you wanna bitch about getting it back.

pussy.

go ahead, the more you whine and snivel, the less equal you are in the end.

you want to molest as many children as men have?
you wanna kill as many brown people as men have?
you wanna build as many buildings? do as many drugs... oh, wait, that's not a problem for you...
you want to rape as many women as we have, you gotta start production of your own strap on company.

oh, and you gotta do gay porn. that's right, you gotta take it up the ass a few hundred times.

sorry, that's just our policy.

you wanted to play these fucking childish games, instead of just sticking to the jungle and fucking, which was fine in the first place, what the fuck was wrong with that, one day we were two happy lions fucking in a field, and then you start talking about fucking diamond rings...

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!
WHAT THE FUCK IS IN YOUR HEADS!!!

WHATEVER IS IN YOUR HEADS IS NOWHERE NEAR AS ATTRACTIVE TO MEN AS WHAT'S IN YOUR PUSSIES!!!

AND OUR COCKS ARE NOWHERE NEAR AS ATTRACTIVE TO YOU AS WHAT'S IN OUR WALLETS, OBVIOUSLY!!!

YOU WANNA PLAY THIS FUCKING GAME!!!???
YOU WANNA PLAY THIS FUCKING GAME, YOU CUNTS!!!

YOU WANNA DECLARE EQUALITY ON THIS BATTLEFIELD, YOU BETTER SPILL JUST AS MUCH BLOOD!!!

MEN OWN YOUR ASS IN EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE, EVEN DEATH!
THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO TAKE OUR SIDE!!!

what you should be worried about, is being what you are! the beautiful opposite to our ugliness!

i'll repeat that.
you dumb fucks.

WHAT YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT...
IS BEING WHAT YOU ARE, WHY YOU ARE NECESSARY!
THE BEAUTIFUL OPPOSITE TO OUR UGLINESS!!!

YOU DUMB FUCKS!!!

waving your pussy around like a cock and thinking you can be equal.
put some fucking clothes on and get back in the fucking dungeon then!

equality my ass.

how about just balance? why could we not have chosen that first? harmony?

you fucking morons. leave it to a female to fuck everything up.

what's that useless flap of skin around a vagina called again?

oh. oh yeah. that's right. i almost forgot the pain in my heart, and damn near smiled for a second. oops. can't let the shiny happy glow out of me, it might attract a stupid female!

ladies... if you're more interested in diamonds than men... you're not my type.

and if you're a consumer... i'm so far out of your league, i should be throwing you pennies.

you are the peasants. you are the 'undesirables'. you're begging for handouts, but not brave enough to make a panhandling sign. you hide behind your plastic clothing. your layers of fear and excuses.

you think i'm wrong?

you're the ones who just want a free ride through life, you think i'm fuckin' stupid? you think i don't see the douchebag rich men you date, and the way you fuckers dress like products? you think i'm fucking stupid? you think i don't fucking see it???

i see your lie so clearly, i can see through you. you're just a window between me and my goals.

that's all you are, and that's all you were ever worth. it was only your delusion that sparkled.

the american dream is dead.
revealed for the delusion it is.
and you, the consumer, are now just a biproduct.

the warehouse...
the mall...
the endless stockpile of plastic...

i bet you're proud. in fact, i'll bet you every dollar you have, that you're still proud.

after i just took that many chunks out of your castle of delusions... you're still proud.

is that how stupid you are, or is that just the death rattle of stubbornness?

your side of the argument will die, ladies. i assure you. you fucked (or didn't fuck) with the wrong guy. little did you know, i was the right guy.

this is what you wanted. go ahead. blame it all on me now. that's the only defense you have left, so go ahead, blame it all on me. it's all my fault you won't touch me.

careful, sweetie, you're about to stumble over the 'i told you so' next to the billion times i've asked to be touched, which would prove you wrong and end this show... watch your step!

i'd hate to see those cute little tits, and that gorgeous ass go to waste...

can i have your pussy when you're done with it?

when you're no longer around to say no?

hey, imagine it, guys... a whole planet that will never hear the word 'no' again...

fascinating, isn't it?

in that moment, i would just remember how my wife looked into my eyes with fascination...

that's all i need.

now pick up your sword and go slaughter some snobs!
kill anything with the letter 'n' in it!

(unless, of course, it's naked news).

you think you're so special, you probly think this blog's about you.

after all, you're the one who said you're 'unhelpable'.

cunt.

i'm starting two things to aid me in this war... launching two ideas...

one's been in my brain for years, the other is recent.

idea number one: citizens offering crucial knowledge.

look real closely at that, ladies. don't let the cock poke your eye out, though.

and idea number two: ann animus.

bet you a billion dollars i win. kiss my ass, ladies.

kiss my flabby black ass.

i don't owe you shit. next time you want something from me, you gotta pay me with handjobs, without making fun of the fact that i prefer handjobs to blowjobs because i never had your oral fixation and obsession with shoving shit in your mouth, which any classy lady would appreciate.

you're unhelpable.

bullets are flyin', baby. heads up.

my eyes are up there, by the way.

keep it up. keep this nonsexual stagnance up. keep your legs shut.
and every time you whine, i launch a verbal missile at you.

careful, ladies. you wanted to be equal. just leave your arm there, you may need it for love, but not war, for war, all you need are guns.

guys, i can't wait to see the look on their faces when they realized what field they just stumbled their shopping bouncing asses into, wanna catch it and stick it on youtube? or youjizz? how about both?

(some of the more bloody videos will have to go on heavy-r.com).

there's also xnxx, xvideos, youporn, and pornhub... too many sluts, too many snobs, not enough actual legitimate women in between there. they all have something to bitch about, from liberals, to abortion, they'll never just agree on anything long enough to understand love, let alone sympathy or empathy. fucking selfish whores. andy, get the camera, i wanna see this twat's fuckin' face when she stumbles into the field and catches a bullet right in the vagina. it's gonna be fuckin' priceless.

not getting either of my points yet ladies?

here, here's a high protein energy drink from starfucks that might help.

at least i ain't no fuckin' snob.

oh, wait, i forgot... you haven't read my blog yet... oh, what a fucking pussy!

what's she bitchin' about now?
i can't see or hear anything...
my eyes are watering from the cloud of perfume...

fuckin' skankjoke.

this just in: apparently women crave war more than sex. who knew?

that's a tough lesson to learn, isn't it boys?

they'll see when that first bullet hits 'em.

still?

just tried to talk to another female. when i saw her, she was alone. everytime i try to talk to her, guys crowd around like it's a fuckin' spectacle, one guy asks her if she wants heroin...

is that ever going to stop happening to me?
am i just not allowed to talk to women?

closed cloned minds

good fucking christ, why are women such cunts. why do all women have to be such cunts. cowards. sour twats. cold hearted fucking slugs. why. this fucking paranoid, immature, consumerist planet really doesn't fucking want me here, does it. why the fuck can't you cowards just admit it. you fucking crabs. snobs and prudes, that's all you fucking are. too fearful to spread any actual love. and you're the best at misunderstanding anything i say. the fuck how you twist things in your fucking heads, man, what the fuck is wrong with you. fucking women. are you incapable of just being nice. are you incapable of being curious. are you incapable of actually opening your fucking minds. there's something i've been wanting to point out. in this stupefied, oversatiated fucking nation, those parasite product choices inhabit and control your empty bodies, you believe anything you're told, the bigger the badge, the more truthful it must be, you question nothing till i come along, and of all the empty headed, choiceless clones out there, and how you misuse common terms... this has to be said. when it comes to having an 'open mind'... most of you cloned consumers... listen carefully...

YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!!
YOU'RE USING IT LIKE IT'S A FUCKING PRODUCT SLOGAN!!!

someday, i'd like to try to write a book just compiled of all the things i overhear people say when they pass by me. just my way of saying it back to them. the stupid fucking shit that i've heard come out of your cloned fucking mouths, the little verbal turds you drop on the street as you walk this earth thinking you're the best thing since charles fucking darwin. or carl sagan, or isaac newton. fucking galileo. you can't even pronounce my fucking name, how the fuck can you say 'galileo'. i heard this one asshole... another douchebag in shorts and flipflops. while it's cold and raining outside. mutherfucker, you obviously don't realize this, but it's extremely offensive to homeless people to see some rich douchebag with a puffy little haircut walking around in shorts and flipflops, while we're soaked and freezing our asses off!!! you fucking morons!!! put some fucking pants on, pull them the fuck up, and grow the fuck up already!!! grown men acting like fucking products and slaves, wake the fuck up!!! get a fucking scrotal purpose, you wanky fucking weaklings!!! what gives you the right to be a human if you think i don't have the same right? you dumb fuck. i heard some assmaggot in shorts and flipflops passing by me a few weeks ago... saying something about juices and cleanses with high protein... first of all, that right there... what kind of douchebag are you? the four ninety five variety, or the discount variety? you fucking quank. you're such a coward weakling, you're going to get offended at every fucking word i use, you can't be part of the 'take a joke crew' like the rest of us, so i'm just gonna start coming up with my own fucking words for you. you can't stop me from doing shit, and this world will never be free till the day you either realize that, or the problem gets solved with a bus mirror and a short curb. i'm praying to your god for the latter, you better pray he doesn't hear me. i'll put on public display exactly how much a coward you are. anyway, then he said something about 'i just have to be more open minded about things, and feel comfortable with other brands'. oh, god, give me an aneurysm, please, lord. a nosebleed, anything. drop an asteroid on me, i don't care, please, lord.

this world will never change. these morons are completely unaware that comedians are getting paid to make jokes about them, and they're free to walk this earth, oblivious, because they're able to buy products consistently. they have good credit. oh, sorry... 'cred'. fucking so lazy, you even abbreviate two syllable words when you speak them. god, i want you dead.

in case you're actually paying any attention to this, which i seriously doubt... that's not open minded. which products you consume has nothing at all whatsoever to do with being open minded.

i'll repeat that for the extra stupid.

which products you consume has nothing to do with being open minded.

how much music you listen to has nothing to do with an open mind.

your credit, how many products you buy, the fact that you make your car payment on time...

YOUR MIND IS NOT OPEN!!!

oh, well, i'm a democrat! oh, well, i'm a republican! oh, well, i'm a liberal!

i saw this bumpersticker once, said 'liberals are so open minded their brains fall out'.

god, i have so much proof that none of you have any fucking clue what you're talking about!!!

not a godfucking one of you! it's hilarious, humiliating, and disturbing all at the same time.

and i'm speaking from a perspective outside this planet, just in case you'd like to argue at this point.

no, this is no debate. this is an assault. we're taking you fuckers down, that's all there is to it, you may think we're gonna hear your exhausted side of the story, but we're not going to be listening, we're gonna be cranking slayer, and slaughtering your weak asses with a fleet of bulldozers.

bring sally up, bring sally down, let's done start, gotta till the ground...

i want to see plastic splattering all over the earth. tshirt tags, receipts, bar codes...

here, i'll make it easy for you. i'll give you a comparison. something to compare.

here's man number one.

'i think it's important to be open minded about things, to change yourself. i work in a bank, i'm a vegan, i do tai chi yoga, i drink chai tea from starbucks, and i voted for donald trump'.

and here's man number two.

'i think it's important to be open minded about things, to change yourself. i'm homeless, i eat meat, my body's stiffer than brian posehn's postmortem boner at the playboy mansion, all i drink is my pocket water, and until we can vote to abolish poverty, ain't nuthin' to fuckin' vote on, now if you'll excuse me, i need to piss on this porche'.

here's a glimpse at man number one's movie collection... adam sandler... adam sandler... adam sandler... tyler perry... tyler perry... and the hunger games.

here's a peak at man number two's movie collection... zeitgeist, american drug war; the last white hope, dmt: the spirit molecule, penn and teller: bullshit, in time, limitless, lucy, pixels, lucky number slevin, alex jones, terence mckenna, bill hicks, george carlin, sam kinison, chris rock, and the kickass movies.

which guy seems more open minded to you? guy number one, or guy number two?

just because you have a job, doesn't make you open minded.
just because you pay your taxes, doesn't make you open minded.
because you prefer one certain brand over another...
because you spend more money on your clothing...
because you walk your dog...
because your wallet is designer brand...
because your haircut cost more than twenty bucks...
because you listen to 'anything'.
because of the channels you choose to watch...
because of which housewife you vote for on reality television...
no matter what you think of kim kardashian...

you are not open minded.

you are a clone.

your choice inhabits someone else's head, i guaranfuckingtee you.

people like you, who get to overuse and misuse the terms that should be tattooed on my fucking forehead, you make me fucking sick. i want you to know that. you have no right to use these terms. i hear christian alcoholics in alcoholics anonymous using the word 'evolve', saying shit like 'i just have to evolve my methods of caring for myself'...

since when did that word become an everyday term? and since when did christians start wanting to party on our side of the fuckin' room? like with the whole 'creation science' oxymoron. no, fuck you, we showed you the goddamn missing link, we showed you lucy, and you wanted more evidence. you don't get to party over here, and use our words. get your dumb ass the fuck back into the nonsmoking section where the frown is high class.

yeah, no, you're not open minded. you have no fucking clue what an open mind is. and until you do, you don't get to use that term. that's my fucking term.

you can have all your shit, to label and identify yourself, and fit into your little groups and cliques, but i take comfort in being the outsider, because i'm nothing like you, and fucking proud of that fact. i identify with nothing. i'm not part of the 'lgbtq' community, i'm not a consumer, and...

'yes, my cock is getting hard, we are born different after all'... -pantera.

i may have a gorgeous billion dollar cock with hot sauce, but i certainly claim no allegiance to that side of the room. most of you men are not only the reason i won't approach you, but you're also the reason women won't approach me, so if you think i'm on your side, you're fucking hilariously wrong. i'm on no one's side. until you shits start caring about someone other than yourselves, and being the hypocrites that claim me their scapegoat as mirrored throughout a history that repeats itself, i'm going to oppose you and every fucking parasite product in your heads like the thumb i crawled out of a primordial genetic turd circus to be. do i need to repeat that?

i oppose you.

there, is that simple enough?

i say my definition of open minded whoops your honor student's pansy ass.

i was woken up by a security guard a few weeks ago. this kid couldn't have been out of high school yet, he was still holding his teething toy. he made some comment about me being homeless, and says 'i wouldn't be able to do it, i was homeless for three days'... i cut him off right there, and said 'three fucking days! three fucking days, you pussy! i'll shove my three year chip right up your ass, kid'.

you people think you're so fucking great, don't you.

you kill john lennon, but the world keeps spinnin',
fuck it, pat ourselves on the back, we're doin' good.
you dump oil like tankers in a bathtub, but as long as you can buy bottled water,
fuck it, pat ourselves on the back, we're doin' good.
you kill gandhi and mister king, but the world keeps on spinnin',
fuck it, pat ourselves on the back, we're doin' good.
you deny that the cia floods your streets with drugs they grow in other bloodsoaked countries,
but hey, pat ourselves on the back, we're doin' excellent.
you support a system that stupefies you while slaughtering and lying daily,
but hey, we're doin' fuckin' great, my bank account is better than yours!
your hot women flaunt their parts on the street while never looking at bums,
but hey, love makes the fuckin' world go round, right? let's celebrate!

fuck your alcohol.
fuck your drugs.
fuck your credit cards.
fuck your beliefs.
fuck your badges.
fuck your misconceptions.
fuck your 'open minds'.
fuck your products.
fuck your price tags.
fuck your receipts.
fuck your insurance.
fuck your guarantees.
fuck your good credit.
fuck your banks.
fuck your crumbling institutions.
fuck your fears and inhibitions.
fuck your lies and delusions.
fuck your gods and churches.
fuck your dollars and wallets.
fuck your guns and orders.
fuck your fast food fascism.
fuck america.
fuck you.
fuck your world.
fuck your frowns.
fuck all of you.
fuck your excuses.
fuck your mold machine.
fuck your assembly line.
fuck everything about you.

you think consumption is the be all end all to human existence on this planet.

you think capitalism is fuckin' great!

you think it's okay to be greedy and selfish and fearful of your fellow criminal.

you think it's any excuse because there are 'too many unknown variables'.

mutherfucker, you're the unknown variable. you're the unnatural occurrence of weirdness that happens during the cusp between the ending of one age and the beginning of the next.

you think i don't know what you are, you fucking moron, i know exactly what you are.

that's why i can think of so many good, unique, original ways to insult your dumb ass.

i can see the barcode where your soul should be.

be careful when you're around me. you fucking ostracize me again, condemn me, burn me at the fuckin' stake, go ahead. see what happens.

fuck your condemnation.
fuck your condom nation.
fuck your condiments.
fuck your condos.

fuck your evolution brand juices.
fuck your evolution brand smartphones.
and fuck your fake, phony, plastic ass.

you are a clone. and i can prove it in any warehouse in this shopping mall country of yours.

this land is my land,
this land is not your land,
from the jersey crackwhore,
to the new spork violence,
from the methhead snobfest,
to the gulf of slaughter,
this land was made for me and bums.

i pledge allegiance to no flag, for which it burns, satiation, under god, with delusions and madness for all.

yeah... indivisible. i think they misunderstood that word. hmm... indivisible. hmm...

so yeah. go ahead and call the cops on me for taking a piss, and i'll protest by walking around naked.
go ahead and call the cops on me instead of the drug addict scumfucks next to me.
go ahead and call the cops on me instead of handing me a couple bucks like a good human.
go ahead and wear that fuckin' frown, cause it looks so perfect on you.

after all, i own the smile you can't afford. jackass.

keep walking by me and talking about drugs, that makes my fucking day.

ladies, keep walking past me with a stiff neck, i'll loosen it up with my stiffy.

'yes, my cock is getting hard, we are born different after all'... panfuckingtera.

i refuse to participate in your twenty four seven shiny happy fuckin' consumer life.

and from now on, when people ask me how i'm doing, since you can't stop asking that, or calling me bro, or getting hostile and belligerent when i ask you nicely not to, this world is so fair after all... since you can't stop asking me how i'm doing, and can't think of a better question, or better small talk than talking about the fucking past, and asking me where i'm from rather than where i'd like to go...

whenever you ask me how i'm doing, i'm just gonna be honest. in fact, my balls are bigger than that, i'm gonna be an honest fucking metalhead, and see how you take that. i'll shout things like 'hail satan', and 'kill the rich', and throwing demon fingers at you jeffrey dahmer style.

fuck you weaklings.

why do you think starfucks plays pop music?

go ahead, rocket scientist, give me your best guess.

kiss my black ass. get right there at the turd stain at the top of the crack, there you go.

now, yeah... you shoulda said no to crack, shouldn't ya? yeah. need a tidy wipe?

okay, now, this is how to grow the fuck up.

step one, lose everything, walk away, and learn to live on ten bucks a day.
step two, crank metal in your ears, smoke in your lungs, and piss on a porche.
step three, pick your friends, pick your nose, and pick the right fucking drugs.

and for your initiation package... you have to kill a bank owner.

welcome to the fuckin' show, you pussy.

next time you feel like fucking with me, thinking you own me...

my mother taught me... it's better to keep your mouth shut and let people think you're stupid, rather than open it and prove it.

she also taught me, think about what you're going to say before you say it.

she also said 'why do closed minds always have open mouths'

she liked the lyric, 'they say the empty can rattles the most'.

and the one 'you lie so much you believe yourself'.

i miss you, mama. if only you were still here and still had your gun.

i hear her up in heaven at least once a day, 'where's my gun!, where's my gun!'.

and she's dead. imagine how much you're pissing off your own god.
i know george carlin's furious, i would be too. all you're good for is death and trash.

and then you have the balls to tell me not to litter on the street.

you gonna pick it up? you get paid more than i do, go ahead, pick it up. slave.

you may not have heard me say this, but it's doing much less damage to the earth than the concrete it's landing on, or the douchebag whining about it.

ooh, i almost misspelled that, and typed 'tit'. what are you gonna do, sue me?

let me ask you a question. if a girl shows her boobies in public...

does every other female get violent and hostile and want to kick her ass for that?

okay, then when i take a piss, why does every male on this planet want to stab me?
why does every female on this planet call the cops?

yet the drug addicts next to me can jerk off in front of a coffee shop, and walk away.

oh, yeah, thanks for the reminder, this is a fair world! haha! i thought for a second i was pickin' fuckin' cotton! is it getting hot in here, or am i burning at the stake!

'it's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes'...

but if that bum even dares show half a nut, massacre his ass and crucify what's left.

i'm your steak dinner.

is that what you think?

you own the plate you cooked me on? so i must be yours? made for your mouth?

well, okay, but be careful, i did warn you after all, you might choke on my balls.

hope you feel really stupid afterward. hope i hurt going down.

i hope i kill your heart on the way back up, and this shit can be over with.

oh, that's right, call the authorities, they get paid to help you.

yeah, i'll gladly fit into that world.

i'm sorry, but i've played sim city. the original version.

i can clearly see the resemblance between your society and an ant farm.

and you think you're so special, that if your society be threatened by a pissing bum, you have every right to be a vigilante and do something about it.

fuck you.

you sour twat. you fucking weak coward. you fucking fearful twank.

fuck all of you. i am not part of your community. i am not trying to fit in.

i'm just here to make you look like a loser before i invent something better.

a whiny little pansy crybaby, pissing fucking bitch.

you can keep excusing yourself for being that fragile. i don't.

you decide what matters more to you. how much you love yourself, or what i think of you.

hell, even weigh this option... what matters more, what you think of me, or what i think of you?

there's a good question. let's see how selfish you are right now, you toddler.

walk up to me again, i'll put you up to a little challenge. and it's me or you.

go ahead and think yourself better than me because you abide by laws or choose certain products or gods or political puppets.

think yourself more open minded than me, and i'll get the jaws of life and dig for yawns.

you think your mind is open? okay, then take a snapshot of yourself right now...

and then watch every movie i listed in here...

and then take another snapshot of yourself, and compare.

douchebag.

and next time i overhear one of you using the term 'open minded', you're gettin' fuckin' stabbed. that's all there is to it. go ahead, fuck with me again. trigger my ptsd, get me going real good.

your head needs to be set straight, or knocked the fuck off.

you are not as special as you think you are. and the fact that you think you're special just shows how fucking comfortable you are living in your own ass. you fucking cretin.

i am better than you.

and i know there are better people out there, people much better than you.

a couple nights ago, some lady gave me forty bucks, told me to get a meal with it.
i also recently met a thirteen year old named violet who wants to help me get off the streets.

that's right, a kid.

swallow that one. there's a thirteen year old kid out there that's a better human than you are.

you fucking chocolate crunch wrap.

i gotta repeat this one... a thirteen year old kid wants to help me off the streets.

what the fuck are you doing to make your world better? calling the cops on a bum for taking a piss at six am? that's making your world better? that's your idea of cleaning up your streets?

'i don't want to see that creature over there again'.

well, what a coincidence, cause the feeling is mutual. you fucking quank. you goatscratch. you fucking scrotal itch. i can't wait to protest you with nudity, you cunt.

this planet really does not want me here. you get off on making it this obvious.

but all i have to do is compare you to the lady who gave me forty bucks.
or violet, who's more aware of the homeless situation than you are.

the illusion...
the lie...

the rich are the enemy.
their security guards are the enemy.
do not be fooled. their smiles may look real, but look for the seal line. the seam.

the cracks in reality...

misjudge me till it hurts you.

and don't ever do your research on me. don't ever find out who i am first.

that would be... what... mature? responsible? adult? evolved? conscious? honest? human?

oh, did i just light your thesaurus on fire?

i'd love to see you buried under a pile of dictionaries, honestly, i would. i'd pay for that.

the smoke above it spells out the words 'self righteous clank'.

and a little gold mario coin goes 'ding', and an angel gets his wings...

and the dust settles happily ever after.

and the symbol for the new world, is a pried open skull.

fuck yourself.

keep ignoring me, ladies. the only time you react to the sight of my repugnant ass, is when you call the cops on me for daring to be vulnerable around such a queen like you, oh, lord!

i just can't bare to see a cock today, how disgusting! ew!

how strange, that the bottom of my nutsack looks just like your heart, hmm...

yet you're disgusted by my entire body... hmm...

nah, couldn't be this planet, could it? hmm...

where the fuck is actual pussy? hmm... google, where is pussy?

oh, wow, misunderstood that, fuck...

google, where do i find female that fucks! tarzan want pussy! low price!

'oh, i'm about to make it fuckin' stupid in here'... -brian posehn.

i'm running for president, and my campaign will be built around washing women's minds out with soap. and it can't be soap that's made by martha fucking stewart, it's gotta be fight club soap, made by tyler durden in an unwashed bucket. i'll use martha stewart's credit card to scrape the denial out of there.

why do women take pride in being snobs?
why do ladies take comfort in being cowards?
why are women so comfortable being uncomfortable?

and what the fuck else do you think you're here for?

i'm serious, you want equality, and jobs, and... yeah... for what?
to keep getting a free ride through life?
to justify how you felt being poor and having to give up your seat?
do any of you even remember that event, cause i'll bet you a hundred bucks you weren't fucking there. you just like to claim that connection cause you justify your existence through an amazon purchase.

god, you're sick.

how about this. if you want the world to think love exists... if you want homeless people to feel loved... if you want this world to function comfortably, without such harsh restrictions...

here's what you should do... ready?

walk out your door naked.
give all your money to the nearest bum.
give your body to the next one.
and hand out copies of 'hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy' till your thumb sprouts.

you fucking whore.

why the fuck do women flutter around me like hummingbirds, and then leave with no intention of coming back?

why the fuck do women have to be so goddamn cold? all the fucking time?

is it illegal to hug bums? then why do any of us bother existing?

do you not understand my question, did i phrase it wrong?

why do women have to walk past me wearing the sluttiest clothing, showing off every bit of talent they have, with no intention of ever being touched by anyone...

why the fuck do they have to be such fucking snobs about shit?

it's a body, it's just flesh, it's not a crime, physical contact is not harmful, you're not breaking any laws, it's not harming anyone to just touch. why be so fearful over sex? what the fuck is wrong with you? do you even realize that men are the exact opposite of you?

guys walk down a street, and have to memorize the curve ratio of each ass we see.

women walk down the street, and all they can seem to think, is 'i don't want to ever see a cock'.

do you think that's normal?

and if you don't think you do that, let me take a few pictures, and show you the looks on your faces when you pass by me on the streets. tell me that't not what you're thinking.

you demented fucking queens. you spoiled fucking goatsores. god, you make me sick.

the other day, i saw some hot lady past by... then a few seconds later, this guy passes by me going the other way, and he's shouting back to the lady, saying 'you stuck up fuckin' bitch'.

what moron would not have seen that coming.
what imbecile would have been surprised by that.

what reality television show has that not been on yet, that's what i wanna know.

how much do you ladies get paid to ignore men who you think are repulsive.

how trained are you, to keep that neck straight ahead.

and you think you're special.

no, you're uglier than we are.

you're not equal, you're weaker, maybe you just heard it wrong.

and i've pointed this out before, but... trying to be equal to men? are you fucking nuts?

obviously, you're not fucking anything, and that's part of the problem.

maybe you're fucking the wrong nuts, i don't know...

but trying to be equal to men? is the urge to be a manhating bulldyke really that strong in you? so strong that you have to demonize porn? do you not realize how sick you are?

is it fear of cock?
or was it those sex education videos with gonorrhea pictures?

and what about the teenage women who can't wait to get irresponsibly pregnant before they have any clue of a way to support their little bum.

the female mind repulses me.
female logic is a fucking joke.

all your protest signs about 'the future is female'... yeah, not for me.

all i can seem to come across are snobs and clones who have to 'get to know me first'.

joke's on you, you fucking whores. my blog has been accessible this whole time.

and you call me lazy.

i do not share your fears.
i do not share your beliefs.
i do not share your inhibitions.
i do not share your excuses.
i do not share your addictions.
i do not share your weaknesses.

and if you think being homeless is being lazy... why the fuck don't you try it.

leave.
your.
house.

you fucking coward.
you fucking slave.
you fucking clone.
you fucking snob.

here's how different from you i am.

i'd love to be touched by anyone. anytime. anywhere. male or female.
you don't have to ask me first, it's more of a turn on if you don't.
i don't have to know your name, there are no fears around sex.
i don't want your money, i'm worth the physical contact, and so are you.
clothing is optional at all times, no matter what weaklings may be around.
because public nudity is legal in seattle, and people who bitch about nudity are extra weak.
which makes them tender meat for the bulldozer we're gonna be driving naked! ha!

oh, and i could go much deeper into the differences between you and i...

but i have yet to check my email to see no responses from any human on this planet still to this very day, and try to have faith in the world around me, and not stab my own heart.

i'll compare my pain with your pleasure...
i'll compare my misery with your luxury...
and i'll use it all to destroy you.

i'll expose myself to expose your lie...
i'll reject myself, just to see you die...
and i'll use it all against you...

every word you've ever said to me...
is just ammunition in my arsenal...
and it's all for you.

go ahead.

try me.

insult me one more time.
reject me one more time.
condemn me one more time.
ostracize me one more time.
persecute me one more fucking time.

some lady gave me forty bucks, told me to buy myself a meal with it.
i did, i bought fifteen bucks worth of teriyaki.

even the dude that passed by and handed me two packages of crackers is better than you.

end the reign of selfisness.
make pussy the new currency.

'are you the keymaster? i am the gatekeeper'... -ghostbusters.

if you women were anything you deserved to be, you'd hold orgies over the fact that the internet has made rape statistics go down in the last ten years.

it's you, who will never be worth the touch it took to create your repugnant ass.

you can't just stumble onto this planet, and say 'i deserve to be here'.

poor people aren't allowed to do that.
homeless people aren't allowed to do that.
men aren't allowed to do that.
i'm certainly not allowed to do that.

you have to earn your right to be here. take one for the team. fuck a bum.

then you get to stick your flag in the ground.

maybe, for extra credit, you can resurrect elliot rodger, and apologize to him with a handjob.

not all men are pussies.
not all men excuse you.

i'm not of less value than any woman.
but the looks on their faces sure say otherwise. hmm...

equal, my fucking flabby black ass. i wrote that poem, not you. it's copyright fuck you industries.

all men are created equal... except me.

is it cause i'm not wearing shorts and flipflops?
is it because i don't have a douchebaggy haircut that costs more than i do?
is it because i don't have a suit and tie?
is it because i don't have a house?
is it because i can't give you a free ride through life?
is it because i can't afford the cushy for your tushy?
i'm not luxurious enough for you?
i don't have all your dreams and all your answers on my bank statement?

you fucking whores. who the fuck do you think you are?

it's all money to you. i had to be alone for three years to learn that. it's all money to you.

if it wasn't all money to you...

i wouldn't have been alone this whole time.

go ahead. argue that. i dare you.

i'm done complimenting any of you.
especially on your clothing and layers of fear.
especially on the products you wear to cover your prudish ass.
you show off your asses with tight pants, but i can't touch them.

you are so fucking wrong. sorely wrong.

you're allowed to touch me any time you want, ladies. you don't even have to ask.

i'm done being nice to you. i've asked so many times, it's made this humiliating.

so fuck you. fuck you all. fuck your cold, closed up, rusty fucking cunts.

you're not worth the pussy you squeezed me out of. you don't even deserve it.

until you can fucking use it right.

there's no price tag on my cock, by the way, ladies.

i've already got herpes, so i've got nothing else to fear!!!

we're all gonna die, but that's no excuse to touch anyone before we go.

wouldn't want to make life that enjoyable for anyone without a receipt.

and the more of you cunts i see passing by me with shopping bags...

i just want to puke on you. i really do. you make me that sick. i hope you know that. i hope that offends you. i hope that doesn't sit well in your stomach, with your chocolate fucking croissant.

i think every little thing about your society is sick, wrong, and offensive.

i just got this overwhelming... this cringe of suicidal sighs and darkness...

why am i still existing.

i really feel like finding a dark corner and stabbing my heart today.

carve this pain out of it, and see if i wake up tomorrow.

pray to wake up in a world of fearless, naked metalheads.

not credit cards from starbucks bank.

i want to die. so bad.

i ache for death.

i would be honoured to leave your world.

i would be ecstatic to leave you behind.

to leave you crumbling with your problems and no solution.

i wish i could be that guy.

i would pay for the movie to end that way.

'this planet's not worth it, i'm taking the solution juice and leaving'...

oh, i'd donate my heart to hear that. i'd castrate myself and trade my nuts to record it and play it again.

your nails...
your rings...
your necklace...
your jewelry...
your clothing...
everything fake that makes you look better than you are.
your shoes...
your matching purse...
the price tag...
it all just tells me how fake you have to be...
to think yourself better than me...
to know which kind of guy you attract...

you're a big fat fuckin' lie.

the more you pay to look better, the uglier the truth you cover up.

how much did that wrinkle cream cost?
and the fake tits...
the ass implants...
the soul implant...
did they have to file off the barcode seam?
how about the model number?
which assembly line are you from?

you fucking mannequin.

you're selling a product i don't want to buy.
you must be so proud.

my untouched cock is worth more than you, you pink fucking queen.

and the douchebags you attract... you can have them. enjoy it.

what a life to live. the envy of humanity.

believing that we all want to be you.

are they looking?
what are they thinking?
give a little wave...
so ugly it hurts...

your mask is peeling. tag's hangin' out.

fuck it, is that michael jackson, or did scraggly ragflapper reincarnate skeletor?

and one more thing. if my naked body is so repulsive and hideous, that you just can't resist calling the cops on me for getting a little air on my skin once in three years when it's still dark, god forbid, then any time i see you, i'm going to call the cops on you, because your judgmental plastic ass is too offensive for me to look at in my pristine little world of self perfection. fuck you.

starfucks slaves the day

jesus fucking christ, that's sad. starbucks doesn't even know what the fuck a menu is. and just like every other website or company, they have to design everything as plain, square, white, flat, and retarded as possible. what the fuck is wrong with this world? you call yourselves unique, and you have no fucking clue what unique means. you're clones. you're all the same, and i can prove it in a fuckin' abercrombie store. douchebags. all your desktops look the same. and i just wanted to find the price of the classic oatmeal without making myself visible. thanks alot. just try finding classic oatmeal on the starfucks website. i dare you. fucking morons. still wondering why everything i do has to be so fucking difficult, and done completely alone. society's whole 'cheer yourself up' mentality disturbs me. 'we're not responsible for your happiness'. gee, then why sell all the products? why give out receipts? you fucking cow herd of consumer clones, you have no idea what percentage mannequin and plastic you are, what, is it fifty percent polyester, fifty percent clueless?

downer

i just asked morgan... i said... you get guys to talk to you on fetlife, right? she said yeah. i said how the fuck do i get women to talk to me on fetlife?

she said 'get some better pictures'.

i said you didn't have to get rude about it.

she says 'do you know what every other guy has that you don't have'.

i said 'yeah, a job and a suit'.

i'm still not going to be them.

so she says 'you're too much of a downer, you gotta stop being a downer'.

well, gee, if this planet would stop reminding me constantly that i'm a downer, and that i don't belong in their shiny happy world, and instead tried to maybe cheer me the fuck up...

earthbound misfit

i really am not allowed to be myself anywhere on this fucking planet. anywhere i go, no matter what the fuck i do, someone's always complaining about me. about the most childish, asinine shit you could imagine. i can't sit in a starfucks with my headphones on, without some bitch next to me telling me to turn my headphones down. seriously? they're headphones! what the fuck!

no one can ever tell me i have a nice desktop, they all just say 'you can't show that stuff in here'.

i swear to christ.

this planet has made it humiliatingly obvious they do not want me here.

i'm...

i'm gonna fuckin' slit my wrists.

i'm gonna pick a nice quiet spot, wait for a sunset...

and not even say goodbye.

twosday

woke up this morning...

people always talk about gratitude lists, while in denial that they're assuming i don't do them, or that i don't appreciate shit. how would they know a fucking thing about me unless they had the balls to read anything i've ever fucking written?

my mother taught me... it's better to keep your mouth shut and let people think you're stupid, rather than open it and prove it.

woke up this morning, twenty bucks on my head, couple starfucks cards by my feet, and a breakfasty croisanwich (i don't know how the fuck they spell that, but i swear it's different every time) fuckin' thing that was actually pretty nasty. what the fuck are you people eating? the eggs were half cooked, and coated in a thick layer of grease, bought from a 'healthy pastry shop'... probly cost ten bucks. and would you people get the fuck away from anything that starts with 'croi', please. if they can't pronounce it, you shouldn't be eating it. but anyway. thanks for the twenty bucks and the starfucks super duper free asterisk removal magic wand videogame coin credit things that allow me to sit and be left the fuck alone without simultaneously affording coffee i don't drink when i'm obviously not working to afford it... sorry. i can see how people constantly misunderstand what the fuck i'm saying. but it makes sense to me because i'm on the other side of society from you. i can be sitting right next to you, and still be in a completely different world from you. you've got a job, a wallet, a credit card, an income, money to spend on food today... if you can't comprehend that there's a whole other side to that perspective, then no wonder you're not seeing me or understanding me. just try living one day of your life without a dollar on you. and no tits to make a dollar.

anyway. yes, i am grateful for the twenty bucks and the starfucks monopoly skip jail passes. that's part of my point. i'm trying to be grateful. the other part of my point, however... is women.

i'm sitting there smoking. this crazy old lady walks by. asks me for a cigarette, so i give her one. asks if she can lay down in the doorway next to mine. repeatedly. i offer several times for her to sit next to me, as my doorway is empty (meaning no one in the business behind me). every fucking question i ask her, all she can fucking say is 'no, no, no'. she finally shuts up and lays down in the doorway next to me for about ten minutes, before the guy opens the door and tells her to get up. so she comes back to my doorway, and i offer again for her to sit down, 'no, no, no'. kept interrupting me, talking over me, wouldn't shut up about the fucking door, started asking what kind of cigarette it was, and i finally snapped and bitched at her, saying 'why can't any woman ever fucking say yes to me, why do every godfucking one of you have to say no to me, i've been asking every day for three years now, all you ever fucking say is no'. she walked away. and my heart plummeted back into the concrete where it feels less rejected.

they flutter around me like hummingbirds.
too skittish to stay, too annoying to go away.
teasing me, offering to pull the knife out of my heart,
but tickling it, and shoving it further in.

then, i come to support groups. i talk to the wonderful young lady i see in the sex addicts group. i don't even remember her name, and at this point, that's a good thing. i'm setting up my laptop in the small room, and before i could get everything turned on... i couldn't help but overhear her talking to her caseworker...

i can't even repeat this shit. it's so goddamned repulsive and offensive to me, and no one ever understands how traumatic this shit is for me. hearing this shit out of so many women's mouths. you'll never understand what the fuck this does to me. or any other man, i would think. (though i claim no allegiance to that side of the room).

she's talking to her caseworker... and i know i shouldn't be repeating this, but i have to, this is pain in my heart, it's relevant to me. sue me, kill me, whatever you have to do, this is my freedom of speech right here. you can't just keep silencing someone who's trying to make a point.

she's talking to her caseworker about some guy she's been talking to.

i'm sorry, i can repeat very little of this, it just won't come off my tongue. (or fingers).

at one point, her caseworker said 'well, at least he's not shooting heroin'.

goddamnit.

seriously?

my heart won't go any further into this shit. come on, goddamnit. fuckin' pussy.

she said something about him talking pills...

does someone actually have to say this as publicly and offensively as possible to wake you cowards up, or what...

GET THE FUCK OFF THE FUCKING DRUGS AND GROW THE FUCK UP!!!

PULL UP YOUR FUCKING PANTS!!! STOP CALLING ME BRO!!! READ SOMETHING!!!

sorry, that was about to give me a heart attack, it had to come out. i'm really trying to be as polite and wordless as possible right now.

i wish we could just stop this shit for one day. women, stop fucking any other douchebag, till you can at least consider me.

i texted mama sue. asking, do women even know how to say yes to anything anymore? besides money? do you cold hearted cowards have no clue what this does to me? how much it hurts?

i watched doug stanhope with the old guy last night. laughed our asses off. he started talking about how women have to retain some level of shame for their side of the sex, because that pussy has to be held like a carrot on a string to keep the poor stupid sap producing shit and building shit, otherwise nothing would get built. he's fuckin' right. so sadly right. disgustingly right.

but i'll never even find another female who's seen that fuckin' video. those are my chances.

i sit there alone. alone. alone.

tortured by my own heart.

women want confidence from men BEFORE attraction... no, that's supposed to happen after.

you walk into our lives. you inspire us. you make us smile. thus we develop confidence.

if it's the other way around, then you ladies aren't doing your job, but rather just demanding a free ride through life.

your sole job while you're alive on this planet...
and i know you're not aware of this, which is why i'm telling you, just to have you deny it...
your sole job, your only duty while you're alive on this earth... is to say yes.

you've forgotten that you have the ability to choose, to say yes to the right guys, thus the right things get built.

the fact that we're all prisoner to a poverty producing pyramid scheme at this moment, tells me you women have been fucking the wrong guys for too long now, so there simply is no cluing you in.

the guys with talent. the guys with hope. the guys with good shit in their hearts.

not the guys out for money, who just mindlessly squash the little guy when he gets in the way.

you fucking whores.

ladies that walk past me, i keep wanting to ask them, how ugly am i?

but they all lie to me. 'you're not ugly'. yeah, bullshit, then why am i still single?

i see them. they walk past me with this look on their face, like 'he's not gettin' me'.

you'd never sacrifice a paycheck for an evening with me. then i know what you want in life, and i think it's despicable. disgusting. and i think you should be ashamed of yourselves for dangling off that paycheck fishing line. you fucking whores.

anyway... back to the story. i couldn't help but overhearing her talking to her caseworker about this douchebag, and each fucking thing they say, and laugh about, just drills into my head like an unwanted rape cock of disturbing images and rejecting pain, just forcing its way into my ear, plowing through my heart, straight into the pit of my stomach, and just turning black and toxic.

i keep trying desperately to get my headphones on, and whispering to myself, so i hear less of what's being said, i finally get my headphones on, and shut them out.

but the day's damage is done.

she'll never think of me.

i have this wallpaper i sometimes put on my computer. it's a shame it's only nineteen twenty by ten eighty, cause it pisses me off when the picture isn't big enough and clear enough, when people don't put enough effort into the pictures they take, and they think 'nineteen twenty by ten eight is good enough'. that's why i want to design my own computer, but that's another rant...

the wallpaper is a blurry shot from grass upward, toward a sunset, with a sun ring in the image, glare, over the top of a building, like a barn or something, and blurred into the picture just on top of the building, are the words 'she will never love you'.

i ache for physical contact daily.
i yearn to be touched.

you are not the same.

because if you were...

love would make the world go round, so the world would be going round.

is there something about that you still don't understand?

and you'll never even think of me.
you'll never consider me.

and the fact that i had to go through three years of homeless traveling, painfully single...

it didn't have to be this way. this could have been fun.

it will always reside as a scar on my heart, a reminder of what you women really want.

you don't give a fuck about the poor dude with talent.

you just want the luxurious chair under your ass, every day of your worthless life.

how do you excuse yourselves?

i proudly promote myself as 'not in it for the money'.

that's not as shiny to you as your beloved products. thus i'm just not attractive to you.

stop lying to me and telling me i'm not ugly.
and society needs to stop trying to convince me that i hate myself.

i love myself. it's you i hate. because you refuse to look at me. you make me feel repugnant. they way you women dress, the men you walk with, and the way you look at me, makes me want to die. i really want you women to know that. to understand that. that's nothing to be proud of. you should be ashamed. i would be, but then again, i'm more human than you are, my heart is warmer.

anyway. i finally get the headphones on. basically, what i had overheard, was that...

well...

i'll just put how it translated to me, how about that? is that okay with the authorities?

does that please the court?

she's never going to look at me.

and you women misunderstand me more than cats do. you know, deep down, what the fuck i'm talking about. you know, full well, what the fuck i'm really saying. what i'm really asking. i shouldn't have to explain myself. what the fuck do you think the world functions on? what the fuck do you think the fuel that propels creation really is? in case you're in a tarpit of dark black denial, i'll go ahead and illuminate you...

as politely as possible...

it's that little home between your legs, ladies. that little cubby hole where guys like us can put stuff, like our dignity.

if you're in denial of that...

then perhaps you can see why my heart hurts this much. why i ache and yearn for touch.

i'd bet a billion dollars that you'll never understand. you'll just keep preaching your side of the story, without considering mine. and of course that's fair, you're women. we're men, we aren't going to argue with you, we've learned from that. at least i have, like i said, i don't claim any affinity or allegiance to either side of this pathetic fucking room. i've got my eye on the door.

and the more you women ignore me...
the more you ladies tease and torture me...
the longer i go without physical contact...

the closer i get to that door.

keep misunderstanding my metaphors, i know how you women think. i'm not as stupid as i look, which is exactly why i'm alone. it's exactly why you fear me.

i'll repeat that, incase you missed it...

the reason i'm still alone, is because you ladies fear me.
the reason you fear me, is because i'm not as stupid as i look.

the fact that i know that, should tell you something. but it never will. because you're always right.

three years, ladies. i'm holding that against you. and not in the warm and cuddly way.

i begged every day.
made myself look like a fuckin' fool.
made myself feel worse.

it didn't have to be this way.
we could have had fun in san francisco.
we could have had fun in los angeles.

and to that psycho bitch in portland... you know who you are... i hope you're dead by now. you cold hearted fuckin' demon queen. you fuckin' evil goat. obviously i still haven't forgotten that, nor have i let it go. and i never will. of all the shit the male security guards have done to me, you still hold a special collection of vengeance in my arsenal.

weapons of mass corruption.
that's all you ladies are.
you give no love.

weapons of mass consumption.

yeah... well... i'm just a heart that never stops creating, so until i'm worth something to you in your shiny happy fuckin' world of plastic fear in a bottle, you can kiss my fuckin' black ass.

cowards.

so after the crazy bitch this morning, and then the cute girl with her caseworker...

fuck it. i don't even want to be here. i figure i'll shroud myself in the darkness of starfucks for the rest of the day, and wrap myself in a defensive ball of hatred to block out the clones.

that's my only option when i'm not being fucked! touched! loved! noticed!

all men, we're all only talking about one thing, ladies! no matter what words we're using, no matter the translation or the language, we're all only saying one fucking thing to you brainless fucking women!!! there's only three fucking letters in the word!!! and one of those letters is kind of a symbol for the word itself!!! i'll give you a real good fucking hint!!! i'll rape it into your thick fucking skulls!!! i'll never let you fuckin' forget it!!! it's what buildings will be built on for the next million fucking years!!! you dumb fucking cunts!!! it's you!!! it's all for you!!! every goddamn building on this planet is for you!!! stop acting so fucking spoiled, and appreciate something!!! appreciate something worth appreciating!!! like the fucking bum with talent on the corner!!!

you fucking whores!!!
YOU FUCKING WHORES!!!

sex.
love.
touch.

why every dollar was made.
why every building was built.
why every recipe was cooked.
why we did anything at all.
why we even stepped out of that fucking cave in the first place.
it's why we're still here.

you gashes are too unaware of how well you  could control the outcome of humanity.

the development, the nurturing of humanity into a much more mature state.

did i really have to point that out?

you act so fucking queenish, without having a clue of the responsibilities you carry.

sure, write a few books, refuse to give up your seat on a bus, create a tunnel for slaves, remind us that lack of education is violence, fly around the world in less then a day, and then stick your head in an oven, whooptyfuckin'doo! my mother would still smack you upside the head, and then she's probly point out some typos. you fucking fruit snacks!

you've got the intellectual pulp of a fucking watermelon, and i can prove it with the tattoos on goatroach's eyes (aka the mother of my children) and the dead turd nest on her fuckin' head!

she sold my kids to cps like a back alley drug deal!

you fucking cornks!!!

i've got a virtual fucking library of good words for you skwanks.
and they all translate to the same fuckin' thing...

I'M FUCKING SICK OF BEING SO BRUTALLY FUCKING ALONE!!!

i'll repeat that... and not just copy/paste style, either...

I'M FUCKING SICK OF BEING SO BRUTALLY FUCKING ALONE!!!

see, i can type it twice, cause i'm that fucking sick of being that brutally fucking alone in this world! there's no excuse! there are seven billion people on this fucking planet! that means there are three point four billion douchebags, three point four billion coward skanks in luxury clothing, and point two billion of us are begging for you sick stupid greedy selfish fucks to fucking die!!!

and you're completely unaware! fucking clueless!! historically and galactically fucking ancestrally humiliatingly sickeningly fucking dumb!!! you don't even know how dumb, which is part of the joke!!! wake the fuck up!!! how loud do i have to scream it into your comatose fucking ear hole!!! wake the fuck up!!! you only think the world's going round. that's your delusion, not mine!!!

you fucking coldhearted fucking quanks.

she will never love you...

sorry to keep going off, but i'm really trying to force my mind to stick to the morning story.

i put my headphones on... my fingers keep wanting to type 'heartphones'.

i put my headphones on, and...

i forget.

but i know it hurt.

i guess whatever words were bubbling around it, just kinda slabbed over the pain, and fell asleep.

you women will never know how lonely i am. how miserable life is without you.

and i don't blame you for not knowing that, cause that's kind of inherent in your side of this flesh pond. you'll never know how miserable life is without you, cause... huhuh... fuckin' duh... you're you. you're the women who are needed for the party. in case you fuckin' forgot.

cause see, when guys party together, we do shit like form the kkk, and build monster trucks.

but with you ladies around, we sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up, and there are laughs to be ejected into the atmosphere.

you ladies truly don't see the difference, do you?

would you rather have the kkk idiot chasing after you in a monster truck?
would you rather we devolve into a nonfiction version of idiocracy in five hundred years or less?

it's up to you to take the fucking wheel, ladies. that's the type of driving you should have been doing this whole time. steering this species away from stupididididity. shit like forrest fucking gump.

instead of trying to be equal with men, you should have been trying to be the opposite influence.

so, that's my morning. my heartache. i'd like to finish this off by saying...

fuck ayn rand.
fuck helen keller.
fuck rachel carson.
fuck isadora duncan.
fuck angela davis.
fuck golda meir.
fuck elizabeth blackwell.
fuck gertrude stein.
fuck caroline kennedy.
fuck sally ride.
fuck julia child.
fuck tammy faye baker.
fuck barbara walters.
fuck georgia o'keeffe.
fuck annie oakley.
fuck josephine baker.
fuck janet reno.
fuck coco chanel.
fuck yves saint laurent.
fuck anais nin.
fuck betsy fuckin' ross.
fuck jackie kennedy.
fuck hillary clinton.
fuck rosa parks.
fuck harriet tubman.
fuck oprah winfrey.
fuck mother teresa.
fuck joan of arc.
fuck emily dickinson.
fuck anne frank.
fuck diana, princess of wales.
fuck madonna.
fuck janet jackson.
fuck jennifer lopez.
fuck kim kardashian.
fuck britney fuckin' spears.
fuck scragly ragflapper.
fuck marilyn monroe.
fuck eleanor roosevelt.
fuck joan rivers.

fuck everyone except maya angelou and my mama. and kat curtis.

the rest of you can suck a dick.

it's not me who will never be worth the touch it took to create my repugnant ass...

it's you.

i may be a smelly jobless bum, but at least i didn't stumble off an assembly line.

your tag's hangin'.

i'm gonna go spend my twenty bucks now...
ON ANYTHING BUT A PROSTITUTE!!!

because i'm worth being touched.