do not die a legitimate death

[weedguru_animal]

She is a girl who lies constantly...for whom deceit is a byword for Natural...She lies to her friends. She lies to her multiples lovers. She lies to her mother. She is the antithesis of LOVE. Yet she masquerades as the epitomy of LOVE...Writing poetry, painting pretty pictures, for ONE man, whilst she is fucking another man, and another man, and another man...She is worthless, with zero sense of value revolving around anything but her pussy.

I remember all too vividly, meeting her nearest and dearest friend for the first time...Her introduction to me comprised of ignoring me, when I was nothing but polite...then telling me that heathen's X was such a perfect man, and I was sooooooo lucky to be with her. Next...whilst walking along with the two of them, this reupugantly ugly, criminally obese wench, had the instinct to say to heathen, intentionally within my earshot...'hahahahah...do you remember that guy you were with recently..who came whilst licking you out HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!'...now this told me something. It told me that heathen's best friend was an ignorant, spiteful waste of space, Jabba the Hut impersonator, idiot. A creature I would be HAPPY to see dead, burned to death even...for I have nothing but contempt for such pointless creatures. THEY are the ones who should be slaughtered. Mercilessly...I despise her, perhaps more than i hate heathen, for she has ZERO redeeming value. Disgustingly fat, horridly fake, appalingly dumb, and easily led...there is no reason for her to survive, and persist, in this world. And the ONLY small piece of humour I can find in her, is that a friend of mine, fucked her, after composing a rhyme about how desperate he has become to be entangling with such a seriously foul creature....I need not insult her more, for I am certain, that if her eyes and mind work anywhere as near to how she projects, that she KNOWS, FEELS and SEES, when she is alone, and looking in the mirror, that she, and the world, are better of with her dead...

The strange thing is...I LIKE her mother. What I know of her father, i despise...for what kind of father allows his mates to give his first born enough ephedrine to lose herself??? I need not proffer my own answer. The question alone answers itself. But as mentioned her MOTHER, and her MOTHER's recent husband, I respect. For they felt to me, both, honest, and open...they are the kind of humans I like. Regardless of whether we meet mentally, intellectually, we meet in heart, and fuck my intellect, because when push comes to shove, FEELINGS ARE EVERYTHING.

I have been with a few women. Not to even tentatively assert that I am a player, for I give my ALL with any woman I deem worthy of MY ALL...I have also suffered at the hands of family...yet, NOBODY comes close, in any way, to the deception and manipulaton which heathen attacked me with. Her method is PURE hate. for everyone, including herself...

I recall...again...horribly vividly...too many incidents to bring to the day of YOUR light. It was nothing but horror. She uses men like jumpers. Shows zero loyalty, fidelity, yet creates, through her feminine charms, a semblance of loveliness, of artistry...but her artistry is nothing more than a sham, a facade, and what it leads to, when the cold, cruel light of day shows her for what she truly holds as her value...is a treacherous bitch who needs to be killed, for her mere existence is tantamount to treason personified.

After writing this, i am burning her diary, her photos as a child, her clothes, her memory...though this wont help me now. for only deranged hippes believe that such antics are cathartic....TRUE creatures know that I am actually creating, revisting, more pain. Pain caused by my belief in the 'love' of a girl who betrayed me over and over again, then told me, when I found out, that I was an ugly, worthless, boring, talentless creature...and that i deserved THIS.

This is a girl who wrote me pages of love notes, before flying 12000 miles away...and then telling me she has never cried so much in her life, pleading for the chance for her to show her love///but a few days later, this same girl tells me that I surely cannot expect her to not be fucking random men...the same girl who told me she wanted to be with me, and OUR ratdog son, then went off to open her legs for whoever wanted her pussy...whoever had the coke, or the pills, or the speed, or the drink...the same girl who said SORRY, I REALLY WANT YOU IN MY LIFE...then blanked me. ignored me. acted as if I did not exist...

As the wisest man I know told me, before heading into his own perhaps fatal malaise 'she is a girl who deadens the heart aNnd soul of men like you and me...it causes me so much pain to know that someone i love dearly has forced himself, through an admirable, but also misplaced, sense of nobility...in such dire circumstances due to his belief in a creature so unworthy of LIFE...please, daniel...stay alive...do not die a legitimate death, at the hands of this whore...'

[WeedGuru_Flow]

I justified summary of everything you should have told her from the start,once again the energy just seeps right off.

[Weedguru Higher]

Animal if I could understand you, I'd read your stuff...but it takes me like an hour to translate each post hehe

[Ricardo]

goddamn hoes.

[accord]

I was brought here by a dear friend, a lurker of the page. How they found this, how they thought this was something good for me to read i do not know.

Your writing, so giving, enlightening.

I know your pain, too truly, a small retelling of all too similar. I've met the very same.

A far greater man than me, i hope you fully heal these wounds she gives so easily. mine are not so deep but they still hold the pain.

Thankyou.

[Weedguru Higher]

Welcome aboard accord!

I used to drive one of those, they are great cars

[weedguru_animal]

Thanks for your words, accord. They are appreciated...