31stArrival » 21 minutes ago » wrote: ↑
Queer used to mean unusual to the norm of evolving in plain sight. Me being honest about how evolving happens daily is queer to people minding ideas that living eternally separated daily isn't possible last 7,000 years.
You're a queer. A dick sucker. You're a smoker, dick stroker, a midnight choker, and your momma is a hoar.
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth.
You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a slug
than be seen with you. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You
are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest
contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to
stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared
richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into
this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned
by the puke-drooling, giggling beast who sired you and then killed
himself in recognition of what he had done. Your daddy was a bastard,
your mamma was a whore, and you wouldn't be here if the rubber hadn't
tore. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same
species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the
very thought of you.
You have all the appeal of a booger. Lepers avoid you. You are vile,
worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of
this earth. And did I mention you smell?
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive
its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to
fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame
of your ignoble blood.
May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite,
foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are
grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a
fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Sheep won't have sex with
you––only trash such as yourself.
You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.
And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important
statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What
fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted
tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat,
spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and
obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living
emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a
disease, you puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On
a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool.
You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality
of a used condom...
...You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and
benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery
and sorrow wherever you go. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter
sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court
apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish
clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish
boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven
dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking
flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted
clapper-clawed flirt-gill.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have toe jam. You are degenerate,