Fuck the “G” Outta Ya Assholes
It’s been almost three weeks since I last spoke to the world. I’ve been on the low for that period, doing work for the anti-government establishment. I haven’t even talked to my friends or family, not even my mother.
And in those past three weeks, a lot of shady crap has been going down. First, I had this big named company mess with my money flow. I won’t print their name so as not to end up in a dumpster stabbed and shot to death.
After I finally started making money off them, they came around, snooping for contraband. And then they cite me for some low level crap. Pretty soon, they kill off this site being able to use any of their shitty services.
And I don’t find this out in a letter and all. Instead, I visit my site and see that they ain’t up on my pages. And I do a quick search and find out that my site can’t even use their search. Filthy bastards. I wouldn’t be surprised if in a week not being able to see my site on any of their search listings.
The only sad thing about the whole nasty affair is that I can’t really go to war with them. They could crush me. They could decimate me, or at least continually ass-rape me like they’re doing now. And all because a negro started pulling cash outta their asses. Cheap assholes.
I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop, for them to do something really dumb. Then, I just won’t give a fuck anymore. There, you see, I typed “fuck.” I don’t give a fuck no more.
Bastards don’t wanna continue the love. Fine. Then we won’t show no love no more. Instead, I’ll just throw hate at them, like monkeys and their fecal matter. I’ll fling that shit like I ain’t got no more sense anymore. Like I ever had any in the first fuckin’ place.
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