RANTS IN MY PANTS
...WHEN I GOTTA GO, I JUST GOTTA GO...
...no one knows what it's like...
!! PARANOIA WARNING !!
...the following rant is may test paranoid levels... read at your own risk...
curse me in my silence as I rehearse excuses for all that has been lost and all my abuses leave me in my misery tied to my bed of thorns and if you still approach me remember you've been warned I'm no Jesus on some cross I don't cry for what you've lost I won't save you from yourself I'll show you the way to hell just disregard your health you're so corrupt you won't even see my hand in you pocket unless I move my fingers torward your crotch then your fear of your sex will override your greed and nothing will stop your destruction your great self-destruction I'm no prophet on some mount if I cared then it doesn't count I won't save you from yourself I'll still have something to sell just give me your wealth curse me in your frustration as you rehearse excuses for all that has been lost and all your abuses leave me out of your memory tied to my bed of thorns and if you still remember me remember you've been warned I'm no Bhudda smiling fat I don't care if you're all that I won't save you from yourself I'll will leave you in a spell hiding on your shelf you're so constipated you won't even feel my hand up your ass unless I move my fingers toward your wallet then your fear of your poverty will be the real shit and nothing will stop your corruption your great self-corruption men think with penis women are from Venus women think with scars and men are from Mars men think with muscle women are for tussle women think with gold chains and men are for pain I'm no answer for your problems I don't care if you've got them I won't save you from yourself there's no secret I can tell the truth is in stealth you're so corrupt you won't even see my hand in you pocket unless I move my fingers torward your crotch then your fear of your sex will override your greed and nothing will stop your destruction your great self-destruction CREATIVE DISCLAIMER: IF YOU DON'T GET IT, TRY AGAIN OR GIVE UP, THAT IS YOUR CHOICE... RANTS ARE LIVING, BREATHING, EVOLVING EXPRESSIONS OF THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS... THE WORDS CONTAINED MAY CHANGE AT ANY MOMENT TO BETTER RELEASE WHAT'S INSIDE... THAT'S LIFE. BACK TO THE FRONT PAGE THE WRITTEN GARDENS THERE MUST BE SOME WAY OUT OF HERE EMAIL
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