So here I am ranting, bitching moaning - I hate this anger thing. I could really rip his head off and shit down his neck. I could really run him over - I could then shift to reverse then forward again, then maybe piss on him...I could!I could!
Maybe it's displaced anger. I don't want to intellectualize. I don't give a shit about his incurable illness. The mother fucker should be put to sleep. I should be the one to shoot him right between the eyes!...no mercy killing here - point fucking blank and no last meal requests. ABSOFUCKINLUTELY - he should DIE HUNGRY!!!
I'd like to bitch slap his c...t mother too. Smug ass bitch you know...looking at the pattern it seems she's his fucking covergirl...she pays for his celly where he gets to womanize...bad enough she chooses to be a doormat but she's a vindictive bitch who somehow feels this is okay and enables it. She needs to have her fucking hair snatched out of her skull - I lost all sympathy for her breast cancer!
A part of me envy's the Narc - yes, I do I envy that they can exploit people and keep on walking without missing a beat. They slither like snakes, create all kinds of chaos and then merrily skip along. In my case the piece of shit faggot, leans on having a "disease" of "addiction"...up my fucking ass you do!!!
Today I saw on FB a man that was so concerned about his girlfriend who has fibro...I think about all the shit I did to wipe this mamma's boy baby asshat's ass and not one thank you - not a paint job did not even fix my fucking door knob. His shit was so much more important - he's a freaking clerk in a tux shop godammit - he's not the fucking Mayor!!!
I hate him, I hate him, I fucking hate him so fucking much...really I do...and I hate this feeling because sometimes I really think I could just run his fucking ass over...just drive up one day a fucking hit and run...remove the fucking plates to the car and BANG!!!
He better learn how to fucking fly....