Spunk

You know I guess I used to come here to vent.  But I dont need to so much anymore.  Yes I know I'm a nice guy now for the most part.  Well I'm not so angry, I suppose I have matured and all that.

Then someone comes around and really starts unraveling my life and unhappiness.  Ya not depressed,  kind of making headway.  And someone comes to shit on my day.  I mean who knew you were a dyke until you got one with you to add their dick to your balls? 

I mean I'm a man with long hair....so I guess a fucking man hater with short hair should come assert something on me?  Yeah.  Your lucky I buried my rage.  Seriously.  Its easy to talk and degrade, but what do you do when someone pokes one of your fucking eyes out of your head or breaks your wrist with their grip?  

Oh wait.  Then you would be a defenseless victim.  The world would cry hate crime.  That world being Facebook and the news.  No threats just reality, I suppose I had to vent that though eh?  See people really cant see the forest for the fucking trees.  I mean even I finally see the adages from my youth for true, but for those that dont have to live with their karma?  You know that's what they made hell for.  

Yeah seriousness?  Not many one liners?  Not snarky and big toothed like a nightmare prostitute at the Starbucks in orange mound?  Nope.  So shake your fucking head, and take a back seat driver role to my needle enema of a life.