by AnnaLivia » Sat Nov 05, 2005 2:59 pm
Ya know, Soulman, my Leetle Kumquat, that goody-fuckin-two-shoes twin o’ mine, AnnaLivia, tries real hard to temper her judgements with mercy. She’s always reminding herself she could be wrong. Forever spoutin’ that nauseating ‘winning hearts and minds with patience’ crappola. Yeah, I know, she’s got some damn crazy ideas in her fluffy head, prolly from that confounding finnegans wake book she’s always pokin’ her schnoz into. Stupid book. It ain’t even got no pitchers in it.<br><br>But me? Whale, Dearie-do, ole Ruthie ain’t got no such compunction, cupcake. Thass why she keeps me away from her computer all she can. But since she’s stepped away from the keyboard for a minute to go pick flowers with the libruls, well, here’s my chance at last!<br><br>Fuck off back to pukeland stormfront you little fraction of an asswipe butt-lickin’ fucktard, before I smash your ugly mug between the change machine and the wall down by the billiard table, get my boys to shatter your kneecaps in a permanent way, and jam a red stiletto heel up your shithole so far your grandchildren will have lifelong diarrhea.<br><br>And take that transparent Michael stinking Meiring Monkey partner of yours with ya, or he’s in for the same and worse. Ya really don’t wanna see what my beau Rufus has in store for his sorry nazi ass. It'll turn yore stomach more than you turn mine.<br><br>Yeah, that goddam dumb Anna would prolly be aghast at the idea of burning books.<br><br>But I just soak ‘em in gasoline an’ toss ‘em on the same bonfire I use to roast lame mother-fuckers like you for breakfast.<br><br>Go in pieces, poodleboyz. Go fuck your lord ryan in his ears and nose. Yer a fuckin’ up the landscape worse than the royals, you terds-for-brains, and doncha know Ruthie is an avid environmentalist. oh, don’t let the hot little red sequin dress and the matching come-and-fuck-me pumps fool ya. The height of these heels ain’t hardly no accident. Just ask that yappy Yorkie layin’ in the gutter on my way here…<br><br><br>ah, shit. here comes Anna. and just when i was about to tell you miserable excuses for breathers what i really think...<br><br>spoils all my fun, that woman. but what the hell, one of us has to cook in the KITCHEN.<br> <p></p><i></i>