A very personal message to a "buddy" of mine.

You cannot reach me now
No matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by.


Dedicated to my fat ass piece of shit lying , manipulating socialpath of a fucking FORMER co-worker who stole money from me with a goddamn smile on his bloated freakishly goofy ass face! He fucking STOLE money from me!!!

I've been cheated on, lied to, slapped in the face, had my name slandered, my genitalia insulted and my sexuality questioned and I've always let it slide because that's the kind of cool cat I am... but NOBODY fucking NOBODY steals my fucking money!! Those are grounds for an instant ass whoopin' with all the fury of an angry black man on PCP!!!
Despite all this, I was still professional enough to keep my rage in check and be nice to the fuck stick for a couple of more weeks after I was told of his actions because I needed to learn how to do a certain task that only he knew.

Fuckin' hell I felt so dirty talking to him, laughing with him, chatting it up like we were old buddies when in reality I wanted to murder him on the spot.
I also found out I was disturbingly good at putting on the "happy face" and manipulating him for my own selfish needs.... I felt just like a woman!

Anyway, I took GREAT pleasure in aiding in his termination when the time came and I wish nothing but ill on his miserable existence of a life. Seriously, I hope he dies... no metephor bullshit or symbolism, I mean actual DEATH. The end of life, the full cessation of vital funtions in a biological organism. Dead, buried, decaying in the most literal sense.

Fuck you and DIE, motherfucker!!


To all my friends and family, happy holidays and I love you all and not ALL women are selfish manipulative douchebags.

Hey, I had to balance out the hate somehow didn't I?