I Am Sick of the Perverts On Ep
Seriously! ******* perverts! They make me so god damn angry I can't even control myself. Ok, ok, I need to calm down. Right now, my psychosis is kicking in, and I'm throwing a maniacal fit. But honestly, you ******* demented ******** are driving me off of Experience Project so fast that it's making my head spin. I don't give a flying **** if you want a brothel of other men to **** your disgusting hoe bag of a wife. I do not give a **** if you are turned on by ****** and wanna **** your toothless crackhead cousin. I could not physically care less if you love to get pegged by your pet rottweiler. I don't mind at all if you acknowledge sex, or nudity, or whatever. It doesn't bother me any if you've written stories about banging a girl or enjoying anal or something, or even if you're into cross dressing or if you talk about some fetishes you have. But what DOES bother me is when that's ALL you know how to talk about. When I get private messages like "hey babee can i kiss ur nekkid body cuz ur soo smexy?" it sends me into a violent rage. I'd like nothing more than to meet you in person so I could tear out your eyes with a fish hook, rip your teeth from your head with a claw hammer, twist a rusty nail behind your knee caps and tear out the sinews and muscle fibers so only the bone is left, break each of your vertebrae with a nutcracker, shove a cactus up your anus, turn your penis into toothpaste and force you to eat it, stick your feet together with an ice pick, turn your genitals to pulp with a mallet, shear your ears from your head with a torn cheese peeler, skin you alive with my katana and immerse you in salt and lemon juice, rip your tongue out and shove it down your throat, electrocute you by hooking your wrists to a set of jumper cables and connecting them to a car battery, tear your trachea out with a set of serrated lawn mower blades, sharpen it on your jawbone, which I'd break with a tire iron, and use the pointy bit to cut your bowels out and strangle you on your own disembodied intestines. Then I would crack your pelvis in two with a crowbar, crush your skull with a sledgehammer, rip out your spinal cord and shove it up your ***, and smash your rib cage into pieces and soak your disfigured, mauled, maimed, and destroyed body in petrol and lighter fluid and set your entrails on fire. Oh gods how happy that would make me to watch you bleed, suffer, and die, and to know that your final moments were spent in eternally horrendous torture and that my own hands would take your pathetic life. Jesus...I think...maybe, just maybe, I should see a therapist, cos that was one hell of a rant. Either way, perverts, don't friend me, because you will make me incredibly angry and if you have any compassion at all, which you probably don't since you are dirty, deranged, and unbelievably arrogant creeps, you will stay clear of the "Add to Circle" button on my profile. Sincerely yours, Zoe Thompson, goddess of psychotic mental cases.
By:
BlueMetalChick
Age:
18-21
,
Female
