Simp to simple like a red rash and a dish rag over on the sink by the bathroom with what may well resemble…dare I say poop on it.  Yes, That is your dramatic you cant believe he still thinks or says random insane shit like that line of the week.  You know I could say it is hard to come here and say this…write that..smoke crack.

So what do ya want from me?  To see if I know the meaning of the word and shit?  To see if I can see straight and type the letters?  To test my fucking gangsta and ask if I am an OG and if i'm down with what some other motherfucker would do?  Do you want a glimpse into some broken emotional slam the table state from a motherfucker?  Do you want to walk in these fucking shoes?

Looking back i realize i never really got it....wait. That songs old. mainstream. Wanna be metal.  Yeah I did it on purpose. Are you still reading?  Or Do i have to get my hulk smash face out on your ass.  I bet you'd like that though...seeing how you came here of your own free will and shit.
So what do we talk about here?  Something old something new...something borrowed something green in hue?  Donahue?

This was just your life…should I say that and be like Metallica?  Or should I put the notorious…and other strangeness moniker behind it…..that would get you going wouldn’t it?  Maybe put in a Marxist remark there…about a closed casket at a black church…for a Klan members funeral. 

It seems everything that gets broken..if I fix it...reveals something else broken.  Really fucking sucks. I think I will just buy a new one like we do in America....stick to fixing one or two things and say fuck the rest since..well fixing stupidly broken shit that turns out more broken...is just a waste of fucking time and effort.
End of tirade. period forever.