I wanted to write an incredibly long rant here today about how much I hate people, and how I'd like to take a flamethrower to the entire human race sometimes - but I just couldn't do it.
Every time I'd start to write about how we're such annoying creatures who do nothing but posture day in and day out, a little voice in the back of my head would ask, "What about you? Are you including yourself in that list?"
And I'd try to answer. Yes, fucko. I'm including me.
But he wouldn't let me. A hostage to my own cerebrum.
It's like being trapped in a prison full of toddlers whose first words are of the ten dollar variety, and they like to use them. A lot.
So, instead of telling you how much joy it'd bring me to watch you get punched in the face seventeen times in a row, I have to sit here and listen to your insufferable discourse about how the Wu Tang Clan was ahead of its time and how incredible it would be for you to see David Lynch tackle the subject of snow.
But what can I do. For better or worse, I'm one of you.
Just another cog desperately trying to find greater meaning in what will almost inevitably be a meager existence.
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I had this thought maybe you should be writing more hot sex stories. You have a way that makes me melt when I read them. Ok so I am lying I don't melt I get very hot and wet and turned on. Even how you talk trashy in your blog and other places you just have that wording in you. Don't get the idea I want to have sex with you it might of cross my mind but realistically I will not give in to such a fantasy. We are 2 different people from 2 different worlds even if my inners are pulsating just to the thought of it. It will not happen. So stop doubting yourself. You will find that special lady if not keep having fun out there. But don't stop writing.
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