Hey, here's a theory, maybe you feel bad because you're a fat fucking pile of shit loser. A coffin of dust, an eligible tombs stone. I'd feel like shit too if the closet I ever came to touching a woman in my 30 or so years of existence on this planet was brushing dorito crumbs off my double D man tits. Just out of curiosity, what's it like to be you. How does it feel to be such an abominable loser that you get choked up just looking at your own reflection in the mirror every morning. Do you think your life is going to get better? I've got news for you fatty, it's not going to. You're best years are behind you butter tits. You should have been made into soap and lamp shades along time ago. You're so pathetic you even have to make up imaginary pets. Forgot to take your meds again? But I've got good news for you jiggles, there's hope for you yet. I know you don't make much money in your graveyard shift at the green bean canning factory but even you can afford a twelve gauge shot gun, you know what I'm getting at here wide ride. I mean, by summers end even you can save up enough money for a box of shells. Drive down to Arby's and buy those 5 beef and cheddars, don't be shy fatty, treat yourself to those extra curly fries, this is your day to be king. Park your ford fiesta behind the dumpster and after devouring that godly meal it's time for the real show to begin. Yes you piece of shit, Slide that barrel into your mouth like the cock your uncle fed you when you were six and slide your pinky toe into the trigger slot. You're ready for the money shot! Don't be embarssed about your tears and snot soaking through your Spongebob pimp pants Tshirt moisting your heafty hair man boobies, It'll be over soon. Pull yourself together long enough to do one thing right in your whole pathetic pointless existence and blow that empty skull full of mush all over your back seat. You've finally accomplished something good, you're no longer a burden to this Earth.
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Sandblasted faces, no mouths to scream. Needless object always scratching. This breach in heaven irised shut. It scorns the land without even ghosts