Social Media Is The New Cocaine

Why are people so addicted to social media?

What is it about flexing for strangers that don’t give a flying fuck about us that makes us so happy?

We are surrounded by people all around us yet the only form of communication that gets us hard is a reply to our story post.

I miss the days when people got addicted to cool stuff like heroin.

Our world is so fucked up that we find solace by getting virtual rimjobs in the comment section by people who pretend to like us when in fact they haven’t even bothered to genuinely check up on you in years. Hell, some of them never met you but they still keep wrapping their lips around your e-cock just as long as you give them a reach-around in the form of a follow.

If you wanna get a social media user to ejaculate via digital flattery, here are a few generic templates to make them think you like em!

“omg u r on point sis! lmao so jel”

(Shut up, your “friend” looks like a hippo and you only want a like back.)

“my homie jacked and sexy af! Luv u bro”

(Fuck you, you never speak to me outside of Instagram.)

“i missed u we gotta meet soon”

(Okay, nice optics but we all know you are just looking for attention because you are mad at your skinny boyfriend for going limp last night and ya wanna make him mad)

Ugh, why am I upset though? I’m a part of the problem just like everyone else, I utilize these Satanic platforms too.

Social media rehab centers are becoming a trend among NY liberals for a reason.

I am gonna stick to AAS, weed and unsafe intercourse (kidding..) as my drugs of choice for now, you should too.

Pussy Kills

This is a story all about how young fresh pussy almost got a lad taken down and thrown into the gutter by one bloodlusted motherfucker.

What do you get when you combine good looking broads with big tits, insecure teens and unstable savages with no regard to their own safety or others?

You get trouble.

Relationships are kinda rough nowadays. Young men got girlfriends being thots on social media, gaining lots of followers with horndogs sending cock pics to them, Indians blowing up the comment section and etc. You know the gimmick.

And then you have the boyfriends. An average Joe with minimal followers, no respect, nothing real to offer besides being an emotional tampon with basically no value in this modern life.. their only accomplishment is the hot piece of ass they miraculously got on their little arm. Their only ticket to success is a bitch that doesn’t even show their ugly mustached face on the gram.

What happens when a young boy who ain’t shit and bases his entire social value on the pussy he desperately tries to hold down starts to lose control?

He does some crazy fucking shit. He gets angry. He gets insecure. He will do anything he can to hold on to the power that is slipping away between his fingers.

In our story, there is a man in the exact same type of relationship who is about to make a massive mistake.

As part of his quest for clout and vag, he pisses off the wrong man.

You see, the kid figured that flexing his nonexistent muscles on whoever hits his girl up will get him brownie points. He assumed his homies will gas him up and that “his” bitch is gonna drop to her knees with extreme moisture. But he made a nearly fatal mistake.

He tried stunting on the wrong man. He chose to threaten, insult and berate a very problematic figure in the little hood of he lives in. An infamous resident of the city among those who were unfortunate enough to witness him do his thing. On the surface, a seemingly harmless individual. He walks the streets with his big glasses and grey hoodie, usually just sitting with his homies at night shooting the shit. Not the type you expect to give you trouble.. until you provoke him.

You see, the man he fucked with was a very troubled man indeed. Growing up his entire life with violent tendencies, drug addictions and a shady reputation that will scare any moral person away. Our insecure teen didn’t know any of this when he put him on blast over IG and called him a loser and told him his mom was a whore.

He awoke a monster. You see, this shady illusive dude finally found what he was waiting for. A challenger. A target. He spends his nights dreaming of inflicting pain on those who disrespect him. He fought martial artists and injured himself in Gyms just for this moment. He heard his name being dragged through the mud and decided he was about to end the mans life. He didn’t know anything about the kid except that he was about to kill him. He annoyed the wrong man at the wrong time. A man with nothing to lose known for his hot temper.

And just like that, a young man was about to die. All because he was trying to impress this hoe that he was scared would leave him and doesn’t give a shit about him. All for his fake homies online.

Threw his entire future into the trash because he said the wrong thing to a crazed man who he pushed too far.

The man told him to pull up and that he was about to get smoke.

It was all seemingly over.

Only that the young fool lived, he lived because he refused to show up and fight this man. Deciding that discretion is the better part of valor. He also lived because that deranged man later decided that he won’t take away a life because of some attention whoring cunt. He sobered up once the lil dude pussied out on him. He realized he was about to go to jail over some horny teenager just desperately trying to impress some slut.

I wasn’t gonna continue the cycle of young men getting murdered over flat asses and lush pussy.

That deranged man that was about to plunge a knife deep into his guts over this bullshit was me.

Don’t get yourself killed over a woman that will forget you in six weeks from now, not everyone are like me. Too many men laying bloody in the streets for this shit.

HOW GREAT

I never truly appreciated God because I thought he cursed me to a life of suffering for no reason whatsoever. I was mad that everyone around me had functioning livers, endless money leaking out their asshole and constant happiness while I swallowed puke and blood like a borderline cripple.

And after years of melancholy and struggle, I came to a realization on one rainy night that God put me through all this pain to test me. To see if I was worthy of welding the gift I was about to receive.

Now I ain’t no gospel singer, I don’t obey the commandments. But I respect God. God is KING. God made me a LEGEND. He had to shit on me for 20 years for me to realize it though.

Now I know my worth in this world. I am a LEGEND. I see through the deceptions of the Matrix while everyone else eats soy and drinks cheap vodka. My soul had to die so I can rise up as the resilient warrior I’m supposed to be. My name and reputation as nasty as they might be, will never be forgotten amongst those I meet. I will live on in their hearts. What more can I ask for? A tiny mark left is a mark nonetheless.

God molds us into what we need to be in order to keep the world moving. I think God put me here in this circus called Earth to inspire, provoke thought among normies and motivate. And that’s what I am gonna do. For all the misfits, freaks, whores and nerds.. I AM YOUR CHAMPION.

BELIEVING IN GOD IS BELIEVING IN YOURSELF.

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF AND DO SOMETHING WORTHWHILE FOR YOUR MAKER.

HELP FIX THIS BROKEN WORLD.

You don’t have to quit the booze and the pussy to do something that puts a smile on Gods face. Start by being a better human and spreading LOVE. Your love and HIS.

HOW GREAT IS OUR GOD?

Lusting For A Busting

Disclaimer: I wrote this one lonely night when I had too much pressure on my sack. Enjoy! 

3 AM

I lay awake at night thinking of you and all the things we could do

You know I don’t want romance and neither do you

We’re in agreement, but it’s not enough for you

I can give you a part of my heart but it’s not exclusive to you, you can give me your pussy but that you won’t do

The community eating, but I ain’t gonna be begging

I wanna see you shake your wagon, come meet my dragon

Spit my fire into you

Entering you is my mission, Lucy got me in a state of addiction

I tell myself you’re special and interesting,
I worked myself into a shoot

Take off the lingerie, give me my loot

Obsessed over the clam, try to be nice and the door gets slammed for good

Don’t know any better, grew up in the dirty hood

Be a prick, it might do the trick

Let’s just smoke weed then you can gag on my dick

Won’t shame for you being a freak

We alike, maybe that’s why we fail

Another day chasing some tail

Still searching for the Holy Grail

Progress slow as a motherfucking snail

FIN.

No Fugazis

The word of the day is authenticity.

Does anyone know what authenticity is nowadays in (current year)?

When I look around all I see are fake people living a gimmick, no different than the Iron Sheik and Sgt. Slaughter playing dress up in MSG.

We got people putting out fronts and acting a fool to impress other people on social media who don’t give a shit about them.

We tolerate people who we know damn well only like us for clout and attention and do nothing about it because we need the same clout and attention.

We have people who are scared to voice their opinions because they fear being ostracized.

We talk a lot about how we need to be more diverse and accepting as a society and how being different is amazeballs, but those same people are the ones who judge and shame anyone with a different non-conformist world view.

FUCK. THAT.

There is nothing more important in this world than you being yourself and staying true to your soul. And I mean truly being yourself, as in who you want to be as a human. Who you aspire to become. Who you are when no one is around. The real you that hides under that shell. Don’t let the news tell you what to think or do. Don’t let family and friends dictate your behavior. Don’t fall for groupthink bullshit. YOU DO YOU, KINGS AND QUEENS.

The world is full of douchebag satanic robots, don’t be another one of them.

If you a playboy at heart, be a fuckin playboy.

If you a traditional housewife and like that, do it.

If you a drug loving anti-establishment weirdo rebel, do as you please.

If you are a woman that loves to fuck, don’t hide it and pretend like you are a nun.. just embrace it and have fun.

If you are a gamer, rise the fuck up my dude and go enjoy some Metal Gear Solid.

DON’T LET ANYONE DICTATE YOUR UNIQUE CHARACTER.

You will NOT restrict your language, you will NOT let the judgment of the miserable get to you.

It’s better to be in a fortress of solitude than to be in the company of controlling cunts who think the script of life is for them to write.

Be open to critique and change, but you are a beautiful creature in the making.

Flourish on your own terms my friends.

Don’t be fugazi.

End rant.

Energy Sucking Vampires From Planet Tofu

Have you ever spent time with a person you really like but notice that every time you come home after hanging out with that jabroni, you feel like a doctor just told you have prostate cancer?

Just being in their presence zapped your joy. Hearing them talk is like reading an obituary. So much melodrama and toxicity.

Be careful! You might be in the presence of an ENERGY SUCKING VAMPIRE.

The energy sucking vampire (ESV © for short) is a miserable person cosplaying as your friend or lover but their true purpose is to feed on your positive emotions and fill you up with darkness and sadness. An ESV © is naturally an unhappy son of a bitch and will drag you down to his level at all costs. He is a real pisser.

Some of them do this consciously, some don’t even realize they do it but can’t help it. The danger is there nonetheless.

If you suspect you are in contact with an ESV, call your doctor and RUN THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE EVIL CREATURE.

Life is too short to be corrupted by some nasty bitter fucks.

Now I’m not saying we can’t bitch here and there, shit gets fucked up and you need to vent.. I know that, but when you are dealing with someone who is consistently moody and cunty and is always messing up your vibes,that’s a no-no.

Find yourself someone who wants you to rise up and succeed along with them, not someone who wants to weep all day.

DON’T LET THE BI-POLAR CHICKS WHO GIVE GOOD HEAD BUT STIR UP SHIT AND CAUSE DRAMA RUIN YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOUL.

DON’T LET THAT HOMIE RUIN YOUR MOTIVATION AND TELL YOU AIN’T GONNA MAKE IT.

GET YOURSELF AN ASPIRING KING.

GET YOURSELF AN UPLIFTING QUEEN.

Signed, a formerly miserab cunt.

Change is coming.

22 Semi-Serious Rules For The Aspiring Rebellious Degenerate

1. Never go past 1 day without a shower.
2. Always brush your teeth with fluoride free toothpaste.
3A. Never miss an injection.
3B. Inject gear if you don’t already.
4. Don’t apologize unless absolutely necessary.
5. When you get punched, show no mercy and punch so hard they will never touch you again.
6. Try to read books.
7. Be aware that social media is a cancer and you are dumbing yourself down when using it.
8. Pull her hair.
9. Respect God, even if you don’t adhere to religion.
10. Denounce Satan.
11. Never trust the establishment.
12. Always doubt the information you are given, do independent research.
13. Don’t use drugs to get high, use drugs that elevate your body and consciousness.
14. Be upfront with people, even if they don’t like you for it. Nothing is worse than a manipulator.
15. Don’t consume vegetable oils and soy products.
16. Learn how to kill, but don’t apply it.
17. Be kind to your fellow men unless they are cunts.
18. Be a man of your word. When you say something, follow up on your word.
19. Take care of your hormonal health like life depends on it. It does.
20. Never allow anyone agency over your life. You make your own choices for better or worse.
21. Keep eye contact with your lady when receiving fellatio.
22. Never give up on the process.