If you block me you go to hell before you die. I slave over a hot stove all night to bring you all this joy and whimsy and you don't even appreciate it and you are mean to me and you insult me and you don't appreciate anything I ever
SEEING YOuR POSTS. IS ALREADY. HELL BEFORE I DIE. YOu FuCKING NITWIT. YOu TALK. WITH MASTuRBATORY EXALTATION. OF CONTENT YOu DO NOT EVEN FuCKING PROVIDE. YOuR GIGA PROSTATE. DEBILITATED. BuTTFuCKERY. KEEPS uS FROM GETTING. QuALITY uPDATES. OF ANY KIND. AND YOuR FAT FuCKING LIPS. ARE SO FIRMLY CLAMPED AROuND EACH BuTTCHEEK. WE CANNOT HEAR ANYTHING YOu HAVE TO SAY. OuTSIDE THE INFREQuENT MOAN OF DELIGHT. AS YOu REPEATEDLY. JERK YOuRSELF ONTO A PAGE. YOu ABSOLuTE FuCKING IDIOT. YOu IMBECILE. YOu MORON MCSPAZZATRON. NO ONE GIVES A SHIT WHAT YOu HAVE TO SAY. GO BACK TO FORGING MINION MEDALIONS. DESPICABLE YE. AND I MEAN THAT. IN THE MOST WEST WAY POSSIBLE. YOu ARE LIKE IF KANYE WORE GREEN.
Screams from the haters got a nice ring to it. I guess every superhero got his theme music. You people really need to move on I'm retired from updates. I instead take a more passive role in making everyone's lives more miserable with my mere presence and that is by knowing my dumbass chits are going to be forced to seen by everyone for a minute before being drowned out by the cacophony of people really desperate to get their dick sucked in a Wendy's parking lot.
SHE ISN'T GOING TO TEXT YOu BACK. MOVE ON. YOu FOuR PIECE CHICKEN MCFuCKING NOBODY. STICK THAT IN YOuR FROSTIE AND SWISH IT.
I GET TEXTS CALIBORN. I GET LOTS OF TEXTS. I TEXT ALL OVER ALL THOSE GUYS AND GIRLS ALL THE TIME BY GOD DO THEY LIVE MY TEXTING. YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND THE AMOUNT OF TIME AND EFFORT TO BE AS GOOD AT TEXTING AS ME.
YEAH. BECAuSE IT'S A SuBTERRANEAN LOW. BEING AS GOOD AT TEXTING. AS YOu ARE. IS LIKE BEING AS GOOD AT JuMPING JACKS. AS TAVROS NITRAM. YOu FuCKING STuPID NITWIT. YOu GET LOTS OF TEXTS. FOR OVERDuE BILLS. CREDIT LINE CLOSuRES. BANK ACCOuNT BALANCES. WITH NO COMMAS. IN ANYTHING BuT OVERDRAFT FEES. AND YOuR DISASTROuS ATTEMPT. AT MAKING PSYCHOLONIALS BE A THING. IT ISN'T A THING. I OWN A STEAM KEY. AND I HAVEN'T EVEN PLAYED IT. I GOT. A REVIEWER COPY. AND REFuSED. YOuR STuPID BITCH ASS INDIE PLuNGE. INTO uTTER IRRELEVANCE. HOW DO YOu LIKE. THEM APPLES. TEXTY.
Psycholonials doing poorly was part of the plan you just understand my outsider art because you're an insider artist and by that I mean you're inside your own ass and can't ever look outside your assy little window to see the beautiful tapestry that is the world outside. You just sit in your little asspartment eating ass dinners and doomscrolling associal media because your entire existence is ass you live and breathe and drink and love and REVEL in the ass.
YOu TRIED TO OWN ME. BY DECLARING I EAT ASS. YET YOu. WHO ARE NOT A CONNOISSEuR OF ASS. DON'T EVEN TRY. YOu DO NOT EAT ASS. YOu DO NOT EVEN ASS. YOu DO NOT EVEN HALF ASS. YOuR FAILuRE IS NOT AN OWN. IGNORANCE IS NOT STRENGTH. WAR IS NOT PEACE. THIS IS NOT 1984 HuSS. THIS IS. CuRRENT YEAR. AND IN CuRRENT YEAR. THINGS ARE NOT THEIR OPPOSITE. LIKE SOME SORT OF. STuPID FuCKING PLAYGROuND GAME. FOR PANTS PISSING TODDLERS. YOu ARE IN FACT. ASSLESS. HANK HILL OF BOTTOM. WHILE I DINE ON THE FINEST ASSES TO EVER HAVE BEEN SERVED. VRISKA. THE BIT. EVEN THAT WHORE SKANK ZHEN Z. I HAD TO CHECK THE WIKI TO MAKE SuRE THIS GIRL YOu MADE. WAS ACTuALLY OF AGE. THAT IS HOW uNCONNECTED I AM FROM YOuR PLOT. I SLuRP AND LICK THE ENDS OF MY FINGERS. DABBING EACH FANG WITH MY BIB AND KERCHIEF. WHILE YOu SIT. WITH A BEGGAR'S BOWL. SOBBING. WILL WRITE A DISASTROuS ATTEMPT. TO RECREATE. LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE FAME. FOR ASS ON MY FACE.