"This song seems like the soundtrack in my head after walking into a dark room and just standing there. While re-reading that first sentence, I put my hand over my own ass and caressed it like I would with a woman’s ass. I felt really sexy doing it. My ass is good. i have nice legs too. Seems like I need to exploit that."very yes
Kind of disappointed with your dearth of chest hair.
i only have chest hair right in the middle where my hand is covering. it's not much but it's all i can afford
also, go here to see people either rejecting me or my work based on what is supposed to be a funny/fun thing. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/02/07/sam-pink-sexting_n_2638146.html?utm_hp_ref=booksshout out to juliet though.
should i try to hit on people who dn't like me in the comments section. no, no i'm not that person. sometimes i like to imagine an angry commenter. like, there they are, stting at their computer looking to the internet for entertainment, and then, oh shit, what's this, an author i've never heard of and a book i'll never read and he's doing a simple promotion. this is threatening. the funniest thing for me to imagine is the moment they get the resolve to write his/her comment. "i'd better write this down for others to see. i'd better spend my infinite present moment, as a person alive on earth, typing this." (rolls up sleeves) "i'll write this comment, 'if the books was great he wouldn't have to do this.' there we go. nailed him." you're right, i'm not great, i've been a piece of shit since the age of five when i began hating how my face looks/hating how i sound/hating how i think and hating the people around me. so don't worry. but at least i'll never try to harshly criticize someone else's shit by typing up a random comment on some bullshit news source's site. i encourage people to either email me their hate directly, or go to a reading and say it politely to me. i'll probably buy you a 40oz. i've never done a promotion in my life and now i'm donig one that is simply sexually harassing people who buy my book, a book that was written long before any idea of promotion. i dont care what you say about me but you're actign like i dont work hard. eat my shit you pigs. fuckem all. shout out to cameron, halimah, juliet, andy and benjamin for helping me with the book. if you're a hater of me and my friends' work, type whatever you want, because ultimately it's just meaningless and funny, but you're a pussy, and not the good/delicious kind either. the internet is terrible because you can be a warrior without having to face someone. if i was at a reading with other writer friends and someone said some shit to them i'd fuck that person up, just because that's justice. you can say whatever yo uwant to me because this is internet land where i can't grab you and spit in your face, but, and this is mainly about when i see people hating on my friends, yous a buncha weak ass little pussies. get off the internet and stop spreading weak hate and do something else, draw a picture for a yougner relative, sweep the floor of your apartment, write a book of your own, sit in silence, trim your nails, listen to music, go to the corner store and say hi to the person working the counter, be brave where you thought you couldn't, pick up some garbage on the sidewalk, give away some money, think about other people, have a life that you'll be sad to let go. but mostly, if you're a weak, insecure hater, then fuck yourself. when i see people trying to be mean to people i like in comments sections, it makes me glad we'll all die someday, but it makes me sad because i won't be able to watch all the terrible people die. fuckem all, young family 2013, lazy fascist, electric lit, muumuu house, jereme dean, all my people. this is the only time i'll respond to this bullshit. for the condensed version, it's basically just, "eat my shit you pigs." "dont make me have to show youthat Ima die before you make an ass of me, stop as if you took a blastat me and cause tragedy,that was how it was that was how it is and thats the way it has to be"--twista,"death before dishonor"
damn dude relax, you're getting all hyped over some comments? what happened to you.
i know i know. i'm sorry, but i'm good. i'm smiling inside. i think it's just i've been reading articles on vice, written by people i like, and then i see the most pussy-ass commenters and it pisses me off because this is the only place you can run your mouth and be disrespectful and not get fucked up but get "liked"
it's just been really hard going through the changes i've been going through. i'm getting hair in new places, i feel funny inside, my voice is changing, and i'm starting to have thoughts about the opposite sex. i just need someone to talk to.
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