Ramblings of a Desiccated Mind

Dear Anonymous Moron(s),

I don't know where you're coming from, I don't know how you found me, I don't know what your compulsion is to come here and slam me. I didn't invite you. I don't want you here. I am absolutely positive that I do not care what an anonymous poster has to say about anything I put down here. I've explained it already: I need a pressure release, and this place is it. If you don't like it, then fuck off to Buffalo, dig? If you post a name, and have something halfway interesting to say, I might be willing to respond in some manner of civility, otherwise I am going to spit acidy bile in your face . . . because that's fun.

You know, I don't even mean a full and/or real name, I just want to have something to call you while I insult you -- Fuckstain, Cunt-spittle, and Rectal Sore are going to get worn out really soon.

You don't have to read anything you see here.

Where was all your rage and piss when I posted stuff about "White Syndrome" in the Great Barrier Reef? No . . . it took Michael Jackson to get you fuckstains to speak up. And I'm the one who's pathetic.
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I'd like to say that the criticism of Gargoyle, though astute, I'll give it that . . . well, I mean, really . . . how fucking stupid do you have to be to offer an unsolicited criticism on four or five paragraphs of a story with no ending?

Why don't you show me where you're published, then we can niggle my grammar, okay?

Thanks, XOXOXOX

ps: doesn't anybody remember how to write a proper letter anymore?

See what I have to deal with?

Shit.

It's people like these little rats below that just make me want to snuff it.

I never got over my teen-angst.

Oooh, I'm so fucked up, and I should function just as well as any other little droid in the machine.

Ain't gon' happen, don't want it.

You're lucky I haven't kidnapped and raped your sister.

I'd rather be dead then related to people like you in any situation.

Scum, all.

So what if you're better than me.

I never said I was good, so you're one step up from shit.

It shouldn't annoy me as much as it has but it did.

Wonderful, now I'm that much more depressed, and, ooh, aren't I edgy, and you so nailed me, and it's so imprtant that I deal with this in a mature manner, and it's so imprtant that I think in a straight line and do predictable things with everything I do.

Assholes.

And I don't want anybody I know posting about how "Oh, he's not right, fuck that kid . . . you're great" because that's fucking platitude.

What will be will be.

No one needs to exercise more patience than I do.

What happened below, all this week, everything that's going to come . . . it's a test.

Patience is the reward.