Baby, fuck your friends and what the group text say
Fuck society and television cuz it’s just you and me and I’m not buying you a fancy watch or a vacation ticket
I just want to break your back on the sofa, whisper lies into your ear and love you hard without ever saying I love you
Don’t play games, just do your stupid hysteria and ask me if I’m cheating every two weeks so I can make jokes and DM girls on the side but fuck it.. you love me anyway right? Bring that fucking ass over here and let me play with your hair
You don’t know how much I like our shit
We’re so fucking toxic, let’s burn the continent
It’s fun till it ain’t
We both leave
You fuck some nerds and I keep on being a scumbag and then I die by the hands of government or drugs
We live in a sOcIeTY.. where there is an insane amount of money to be made at any given minute
Sadly, no one really knows how to get said scharole easily (without being a massive grifting jackoff)
The promising potential of crypto bubbles for example, no one can tell if their coin of the month is the golden ticket to riches until they get the deposit in the bank
Or alternatively lose all their cash and kill themselves
You catching my drift aren’t ya?
We all wanna be big dick swinging ballers making hella coin and clocking hoes daily
But it ain’t ez, just like pimpin’
Maybe selling courses and lying about your qualifications on Twitter while living abroad is the answer instead of investments and hard work?
Or going to a sleazy stock broker to scam me because I don’t do research?
How about a side hustle that gives me zero cash while I fool myself into believing it is worth it as I go fucking broke?
No, no..
Becoming an OnlyFans digital agent/promoter?
Maybe.. I like tits
Goddammit! How the fuck can I (legally) make money so I don’t have to be enslaved by the government during the upcoming 4th Reich?
Oh the struggle of our little lives
I just wanna make it out the hood
I mean, it’s a nice hood. Pretty safe. Lot of criminals living in harmony.. We don’t bother our own
“As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster”
-Henry Hill
Who doesn’t want to be a gangster? Think about it for a minute.
You got steady access to top notch cigars, your friends are all ball breaking tough guys, you rob and cheat people out of their money and you get fly bitches despite being fat.
Fugget about it!
In this day and age when the governments cheat and whack us all daily.. who doesn’t want to give it a shot themselves? They can’t have all the fun!
Imagine yourself as a 6’0 wiseguy in floral shirts or a snappy blazer. You walk down Mulberry street with your head held high on your way to shake down innocent ethnics. You lay a few beatings and pay off some witnesses with a few bucks. So much fun.
You’re feared and beloved by misguided youths. They carry your moms bags out of respect. Lovely.
You run a harem of goomars while you have a wife and son at home. Beautiful.
Sure, you have to whack some good people along the way. Some friends you love. Lot of blood on those hands.. Oof madone, but you made an oath. Family first. And it pays. You’re a good soldier. Capo soon, God willing.
I mean, yeah.. Eventually you get pinched. Do time upstate. Lose it all. Probably because some ratfuck sang about you. The same man you invited over to dinner weekly. He hugged your kids.. No big deal.
You get out. Earn again. Rebuild. Wife gone. Kids messed up on the junk.
But there’s always a promotion around the corner. Hoes still sucking you. You’re a legendary hitman. No worries. Life is tight.
If you’re lucky, you reach 55. You’re an old fuck now. That promotion to underboss never came. You’re in a rot. Feds still gunning for your ass. It’s a new world. RICO is a motherfucker.
You become an old timer and an afterthought. No earning for the family, a burden. Hookers and skifooza floozies are your hobby and only skill.
You die of cancer and on your deathbed realize you had it all. The woman you loved is gone and you were better off going legit. Your kids will suffer from your mistakes.
Being a gangster is good.
Was it worth it?
The action, violence, pussy, the cash, the clout, the fear? Being the fucking man?
I’m bored and wanna go out. I anxiously approach the closet to pick out fashionable attires and open it, a gay midget jumps at me and claws my face!
I punch his tiny dick and kick him out a window. It’s a 7 story fall. I proceed and carefully pick out a fashionable attire since I am going out for some fine dining.
I put on a polo shirt, Clarks shoes and blue jeans.
Me and my homie roll out to the restaurant owned by a lame B-list TV chef. His food is good.
On the way there, I see a weesh nerd with low muscle mass and a mask.
I yell homophobic insults towards him and bully him. He flips me off timidly and runs away. We laugh.
Pull up to the spot.
Eat fine ass lamb fillets.
Smoke Cuban cigars.
Done and done. We major.
We leave at 1 AM and tip the waiter decently. He is happy.
Now it’s the AM, time to harass hot women online and ignore horny girls in the DM until they send me nudes. Can’t sleep. Still hungry.
Dean Martin time.
Got blocked twice but there’s an alluring Russian. Hm.
I hold a strong dislike for the majority of females in my country. I find them to be highly unpleasant and uneducated, with a sizeable ego and zero manners. Their aesthetic amount to feces. Nothing good.
In other words, they’re shallow fucking cunts who look like tanned balls. Most of them.
The “men” are even worse, don’t worry.
That’s why I always had a penchant to fantasize, fuck and sext exotic pussy from other continents. As broken as they might be, it’s better than home.
So much more reliable, submissive and pretty than the locals. The masculinity crisis of the west has made it easier for big trap cigar smoking studs to engage in LDR and secure foreign fuck toys for the future (present, if vacationing).
I love the fact that a chick with big tits on the other side of the world is playing with herself to my pictures and dreaming about fucking me. She might get to do it for real if I like her.
Literally had them call me a god.. small G. No blasphemy here. And I ain’t talking third world. I’m talking Canada and America and England.. which is foreign to me. Sigh.
Now there are decent dimes in the local economy, but it pales in comparison to the dollar. Ya dig?
Maybe if we had more artistic blue hair goths or BDSM loving Aryan blondes. A spicy brunette here and there.
It’s by no means me advocating to never touch a local, but if I do it makes me feel dead inside.
It’s Sunday night.. the weather is cool, the steak you had was moderately tasty and you didn’t have a violent vomit attack tonight. Yay.
You spent most of the day drinking tea and taking vitamins, bullying your little brothers along the way in small doses.
Your friends are scumbags and they never wanna go out and when they do they always make you pay for their shit because they are broke and make bad business decisions.
There’s unanswered messages in your IG DMs because there’s girls you are ignoring. They’re being ignored because someone else ignored you so it’s time for your ego to feel good again.
You log into MGO 3 because everything is fucking boring. You play a few matches against some pimple faced Mexican cocksuckers and Italian finooks who rage quit every minute thus making you lose stats you progressed in.
You set up a new server but the fucking WiFi keeps dying so the game once again crashes and you lose even more stats.
You rage and yell and throw shit around because your estrogen is high from TRT.
It’s midnight and you just wanna grab someone, hang him on a tree, violate his girlfriend and flee the authorities on a boat.
You don’t. It’s midnight. Everything is boring.
You contemplate sending a DM to an ex-hoe so she can drain your mammoth balls. Don’t. Not worth it.
Boring. Boring. Boring.
I want a civil war and a sloppy tear filled blowjob. Now.
I have broken my writing hiatus to discuss an important topic. Tits. On Instagram. Of the kind that is attached to problematic girls you want to dig out.
You know the type of tits I am talking about. It’s not about the size of the milk transporter.. but the attitude. The “ohicantwaittobeexposeddaily somanymenwilljerktheircocktomeat2am” tits.
The “I hate my dad that never raised me right” tits.
The “I enjoy teasing and manipulating men more than I do getting actually fucked” tits.
Would be lovely if women could actually exist without whoring themselves online for attention and cum drops. So much for independent bad bitches.
There’s only three options when you encounter these tits.
You try to ignore the tits, do your best to not be desperate and hopefully fuck some moral value into her once.
Spam her with likes, orbit her, and have zero respect for yourself as you endlessly climax to her cleavage.
Unfollow and ignore lol.
Option three is optimal but cmon.. a mans gotta eat. Or at least try.
There’s no real point or lesson to this other than bitches ain’t shit and in a perfect world we’d all be making bank and wearing Rolexes instead of chasing dumb e-hoes and being constantly erect.
She’s not trying to fuck or even have a nice convo. She’s a dopamine hunting pussydemon with a hollowed soul. Beware.
Take away the digital platforms and ability to get free drinks and they would die. Literally. Via hanging.
It’s not all bad though. They’re very entertaining. Always fun to mock. Maybe troll. If you smashed, even better. Just don’t wife.. don’t be a fag like John Legend.
This is the only type of content I could churn out right now. Feels shallow and cliché to discuss wymen but why not? It’s topical.
Men, avoid dead eyed attention seeking meatflaps. Find a girl that likes nature. But not TOO much nature.. because they just give head to hikers in the woods.
The ultimate role model for your run-of-the-mill hoe masquerading as an intelligent bad bitch while living a double life as an ice cream demolishing SSRI abusing semen powered machine.
When Lana said her pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola ® it was a true paradigm shift. She hit a massive spike DDT on our collective generation.
The sheer bravery of this groundbreaking statement, good God.
With her sultry voice and imaginary daddy that sells her coke, nothing was the same. She is responsible for girls giving top notch head worldwide although she probably slurps penile tissue mildly nowadays because she’s already famous and doesn’t need to seduce agents.
I actually like LDR songs because I’m a melancholy man-whore (in theory).
Although in 2021, she needs to go on Keto.. fuck it, I’d still hit.
Why is it that pretty art whores use Lana as a roaring symbol of female excellence while their tight punani is getting invaded on the lowkey by bearded RW bodybuilders?
In the current landscape of sexual dynamics, there is nothing more relatable than a sad used up pretty girl with dead eyes and unfulfilled potential who allegedly lives her best life but yearns for more. Fame can’t replace all the dick that broke your heart and your shitty dad. That’s my perspective which is the only true way to look at it. Shut up and post a seductive selfie that will make me aroused and ruin my day.
She’s an infinitely more rich version of depressed 19 year old white bitches from the Burbs.
God bless Lana Del Rey. Even though she worships Satan and whatever.
Regrets suck. I try my best to never live with any of them but I’d be lying if I said it’s truly the case.
We all have some regrets. Some people will regret eating that pizza that caused them to vomit all over their anime body pillow, some regret blowing the one shot they had with their crush, some regret never telling their family how much they love them while they’re still around to hear.
Like I said, we all have regrets. I think most people try to hard too ignore them. They bury their regrets deep and thus they never truly cope with it.
How do you deal with it?
You don’t, they will always be buried in your subconscious unless you start smoking copious amounts of DMT..
You just gotta suck it up, live your life to the best of your ability and keep moving.
Embrace the fact you fucked up and you suck and keep improving until you make up for that one failure that haunts you.
As heavy smoking wrecks havoc on my lungs, I reminisce on the potential lovers I pissed off and pissed on before I gave them the chance to wrap their pretty pink lips around my somewhat thick drum stick.
For I am God’s gift to women, the man who can do no wrong while spiraling out of control in a whirlwind of chaos and tits.
While I legitimately enjoy the prospect of no holds barred sex with the whores of Instagram, my biggest turn on is a nice and wholesome brunette who cooks me breakfast and loves me. Shocking isn’t it? I am aware.
I’m so bloody young and I’m already yearning for love. Fucking disgraceful. Where did it go wrong? Too much TV.
My biological imperative guides me to ejaculate and evacuate but even if I do that, why can’t I have both worlds?
When will the Lord give me a sexually depraved jezabel with a hint of elegance who will die for me and is mentally ill but also a good partner lacking toxic traits? Yeah, I know. Stupid.
Raging Insomniac 