by Ice Cream Jonsey » Fri May 20, 2005 10:58 am
You would have been in tears by sundown. And then I'm going to have to talk you off the bridge like I've done a million times before because you're fundamentally broken and at best only tolerated by the people around you and/or viewed as an emergency ATM when things go bad. Your parents split up not because they had irreconcilable differences but because neither one of them could face the other knowing that they brought a socially broken monster / would-be serial killer like yourself into the world and eversince you have done nothing but prove them right.
Only this time I am not going to talk you down so you'll of course plunge deep into your alcoholism, which you laughably tried to combat once and failed at it, like you have failed at everything you have ever attempted, not that it stopped you from getting little gifts at how sober you managed to stay, you pantomime of humanity.
As you smash the bottle of rum you just downed like it was grape kool-aid against the scratched-to-shit, substandard furniture your complete lack of style and taste made you buy and stab at yourself to get the stink out, I hope your worthless life flashes briefly before your (hollow, sunken, Paul Giamatti-inspired) eyes and you come face-to-snout with all the co-dependent tublies you utterly failed to satisfy, their sped kids and all your so-called "friends" who will be more relieved that they don't have to interact with you any longer and quickly cobble together excuses to miss your funeral, presuming you have one, which you probably won't because nobody will care enough to give you anything other than a shovelful of dirt onto your grotesque, only semi-human, plastic-surgeried shell.
No one you have ever met has ever truly liked you. I wish you better luck in your unliving, you miserable mate between wretch and ghoul.
You would have been in tears by sundown. And then I'm going to have to talk you off the bridge like I've done a million times before because you're fundamentally broken and at best only tolerated by the people around you and/or viewed as an emergency ATM when things go bad. Your parents split up not because they had irreconcilable differences but because neither one of them could face the other knowing that they brought a socially broken monster / would-be serial killer like yourself into the world and eversince you have done nothing but prove them right.
Only this time I am not going to talk you down so you'll of course plunge deep into your alcoholism, which you laughably tried to combat once and failed at it, like you have failed at everything you have ever attempted, not that it stopped you from getting little gifts at how sober you managed to stay, you pantomime of humanity.
As you smash the bottle of rum you just downed like it was grape kool-aid against the scratched-to-shit, substandard furniture your complete lack of style and taste made you buy and stab at yourself to get the stink out, I hope your worthless life flashes briefly before your (hollow, sunken, Paul Giamatti-inspired) eyes and you come face-to-snout with all the co-dependent tublies you utterly failed to satisfy, their sped kids and all your so-called "friends" who will be more relieved that they don't have to interact with you any longer and quickly cobble together excuses to miss your funeral, presuming you have one, which you probably won't because nobody will care enough to give you anything other than a shovelful of dirt onto your grotesque, only semi-human, plastic-surgeried shell.
No one you have ever met has ever truly liked you. I wish you better luck in your unliving, you miserable mate between wretch and ghoul.