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Thursday, August 27, 2009

Some asshole told me my writing sounded forced today..


You know what Mr. Asshole? How about I force this fist ==: (yes thats a fist don't even try to deny that shit) up your ass? Or how about I just punch you in the face instead? Wait wait...you are an asshole right? So why don't we take this pineapple I conveniently have laying around and shove that up your poophole?!

I HOPE YOU RELISH IN THE TROPICAL THUNDER THATS SERENADES YOUR ASS FOR A FEW MORE DAYS.

Fascist fuck.

Listen, even if my writing sounds forced at-least I attempt to encompasses the entirety of the human experience in one boundless sentence. You on the other hand just sit there in your leather bound chair smoking your fancy corn-cob pipe continuing to not give a shit.

Fuck you dick.

I am the mother fucking Mahatma Ghandi of the artistic world. You on the other hand are the anti-synthesis of all I hold dear. Barney wouldn't even hug your sorry ass.

You wanted succient sentences that melt into your mouth like so many soft pieces of tenderloin? How about this instead:

Mmm bop mmm bop.
Suck me off you stupid fuck.
mmm bop.

SEACREST OUT!

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