Systematic Deconstruction of My Inward Understanding Part2 (445 hits)
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Submitted by Da MagnificAnt Dyldo <lordofduct.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-10-02 01:28:19 EDT
Part 1 : http://www.ubersite.com/m/76102
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Seven AM, it is time to go home. I ride the elevator to ground level. Get off and flip the bird to my peers. In my car, flip open my cellphone, call my mother and I am off towards my home.
"Titty fucker purple monkey cock the world hates me oh my god does this never stop hurt hurt whine cry."
"Sorry to hear that."
"Sucka fucka lick twat motha fucka this is never gonna cock fucker world hates me."
"It'll get better you know."
"No fuck this crack smoking donkey fucka I hate nothing in my life you aren't listening."
"I know, I hate it when that happens. I'm home, love ya, bye."
I stand in my driveway smoking a cigarette. The sunrise to my left is pretty. A kid walks by staring at me. I squeek. He runs.
*You're a dick fucker. Why'd you go and do that?*
"Shut up, you've done worse."
The phone rings as I am walking into my house. Who is calling me at this hour.
"Cock motha fucka shit it's all my fault."
"Hi dad."
"Shit fucker why is it god damn everyone doesn't appreciate no fecal matter smeared wall no it's my fault DIE."
"When do you get into town."
"Fuck you shit mother should die I'm home and cock licker hate world... HATE... DIE!"
"Are you busy today, do you need any help with anything?"
"NO fucker this shit busy busy busy and no help.. fucker I do everything. God damn shit fuckers."
"You sure you don't need my help Dad?"
"NO... DIE!"
"Love you too Dad. Have a great day."
I hang up my cell and let the kittens out of their room. I walk over to the refrigerator and open it for the eleven hundreth time. It's still empty. When will those gnomes ever go shopping? I reach on top of the refridgerator and grab a bottle of Vodka. I work graveyard; 8 AM is the evening for me. Mix a drink, turn on the computer, play some music and start cleaning.
I am cleaning the red dots off the wall with a cloth. A kitten rubs on my leg meowing for food. I haven't eaten in 2 days; why should you get to eat? The phone rings. How many hours has it been?
"What?"
I continue scrubbing the red dots off the wall with a kitten.
"Yo dog, shizzy fuck stick monkey get DRUNK and stuff a turkey!"
"What time is it?"
"Fucker shit donkey licker and its like fucking 8 PM and DRUNK stuff turkey! Why?"
"Oh, just wondering. I just woke up and all. So you wanna go out tonight?"
"Funky turkey shit yeah! DRUNK!"
"Cool."
I hang up the phone and go on with my day; I mean evening. Am I drunk? I mix another drink. I see an instant message on my computer screen.
DUMBCUNT: I miss lover cock lick your nuts I am obsessed
ME: what do you want?
DUMBCUNT: MISS MISS Lick your nuts and piss moan lick your nuts I love you lover.
ME: I'm busy, I'm always busy. Those damn dots won't wash off the wall...
DUMBCUNT: LICK SLURP LICK MISSSSSSSS!
ME: stop it, I hate that.
DUMBCUNT: LOVE LOVE YOUUUUUU LICK COCK MMMMMM'
ME: I have to go, busy.
DUMBCUNT: Bye lover. *slurp
My cellphone rings again. This is getting redundant. No one has anything intelligent to say. It's all just whining, pissing, moaning or getting drunk. I need another drink.
"Hey... miss you. Love you. I have to sell you out again. HATE COCK SUCKER... wanna see you."
"How are you, how was your day?"
"Piss moan hate world my life sux0r fuck lickin bastard twat."
"I told you he isn't good for you."
"Fuck piss moan I love him... miss you slurp gotta be with you. Can't gotta fuck dumb ass loser."
"Yeah really, well I understand. I'm going out, meet me if you want."
"Piss moan, tired never sleep. You just whore me out. LA LA AL hate me, I love to be hated!"
"All right sweety, hope to see you later. Oh, got a beep... kisses."
*FLASH*
"I'm just another notch in your bed post. Asshole, stop crying. Your life is great compared to mine."
"How's it going?"
"Fucker dick what? I like gay guys and I suck in bed. Loser fuck twat your life rules and mine sucks. Screw you and your dead family."
"Yeah, that does suck. We should hang sometime."
"Yeah dick off unless you have booz. Hate you loser suck cock I like fags."
"Heh, yeah we all are busy aren't we."
"my pussy hangs"
"Well I gotta get ready to go out."
*Everyone fucking hates you don't they?*
"No, I have friends."
*Loser, they fucking hate you. They use you for sex and booz and money*
"SHUT UP."
*You've always been like this loser. Used and abused by all... like remember when you were a kid and ::errkkkkk skirk fuzz gnarly lost images!::*
SMACK!
I lay on the ground. A bruise on the side of my face. What time is it? Oh it's midnight.
User Reviews
Submitted by trent_nz (user info) at 2005-10-02 19:57:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
premo!
Submitted by DonkeyOnTheEdge (user info) at 2005-10-02 15:44:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Wow, you gave me a -2 for screwing up Kelvin and this is the kind of writing you put up on a consistant basis? Looks like you are really angry at yourself and lack of comma control.
Submitted by lordofduct (user info) at 2005-10-02 05:14:08 EDT (#)
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hrmmm, I hope he is giving me a +2 for more then just the title. By Part 4 or 5 he is going to be tired of the title.
Submitted by Barnymeinhoff (user info) at 2005-10-02 05:14:06 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-10-02 04:17:41 EDT (#)
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Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-09-29 07:29:26 (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 for title
Submitted by Ducky (user info) at 2005-10-02 03:46:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
it'll all come together you say?