If you have entertained the thought of writing for this blog, then fucking do it. Not tomorrow. Right fucking now. I'm sick of your pathetic bullshit simpering cowardice, your fears that you aren't good enough, or the broken record cockswaddle you keep slathering all over yourself about how no one cares what you say anyway.
Do you want to write something? Do you have something that is itching to be let out? Anything at all?
Then get to fucking work.
I'm probably not your friend. I really don't have friends. I hate people. Ask anyone.
I'm vain. I need attention. I hate writing for my own gratification. If I wanted to amuse myself I'd jerk off in front of the mirror, again.
Shakespeare died centuries ago. You don't have to worry about him showing you up anymore. Just USE SOME WORDS AND SAY SOMETHING HONEST. EVERYTHING ELSE WILL FALL INTO PLACE.
It's not about respect, about glory, about honor, about anything that increases blood flow. It's about communicating.
Communicate.
Communicate, because if you don't, the people with nothing to say will do it for you.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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