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.