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.