Thursday, April 16, 2009
I just don't trust something that bleeds for five days and doesn't die.
Women are ambitious succubi plotting together to formulate a plan for the downfall of men. Women have a mantis-abandon; they breed with a mate then decapitate the poor man and bathe in the squirting fountain of oozing red blood blissfully naked. Later they gather with their own kind to celebrate the birth of godlike sons spawned through false affection still dancing over the grave of the damned man.
My mother divorced my father, or vice versa, after a hard night of adultery. See, this could have been kept in the closet, pregnant with black skeletons, but unfortunately the thinkable happened. Gravidity, months before anyone could be of wiser. The delicate platform of marriage hoisted by trust and the overrated word 'love' was bowled down and crumbled by the mass of possibilities in its tangible form, this caused the platform to crumbled to its knees. In other words, Atlas sneezed. The world stopped turning for a second and the spasmodic jerk caused what can only be illustrated in example as a vast freight pile up on a busy high way, only the insurance companies profited. This sudden whip lash moment of an unstoppable force of a duo meeting an immovable object of problem caused a rip in space which vacuumed up logic. In this new world down was up, money had value, drugs had meaning and the culprit became the victim. Not only did the mantis take the kids and hung out the corpse of man to dry of all rightful belongings and cash flow, but double fucked, this was not enough to feed the hunger. The marrow had to be sucked dry. On top of the masterminded larceny of taking all possessions and 50,000 dollars USD, they want 50,000 more, and the house. They being the mantises. Men, we must stand firm, never go soft. We are the rightful heirs to god's thrown. The example of Adam and Lilith has been forgotten to the ages, we must band together as brothers.
[not to be taken seriously, though the story is real]