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L'Impair

odd if someone has called you odd, pairing themselves off as being superior in some way, wherein what they say matters & wherein what you say afterward will supposedly only back their own accusations--- it’s important to remember a few things, so take note--- this person in question, if they be male, has a ***** the size of a needle’s head & has to compensate for it by thwarting upon others with his big fat ego because otherwise, how would he have a chance to sow those pathetic oats that he seeks to do so, ever so shamelessly? the oats that he seeks to sow are the kind that only want to screw power because they think it will rub off on them in order to prop up their own flailing ugly insecurities as a crutch--- remember that if it be a female who deals you such an “insult,” it is really the feeling that they will some day wither & that the beauty of their youth will fade & when it does, so will any importance granted them whatsoever in this world. to be odd is to stand outside the fish tank full of mediocrity & to spit into it, smiling as you watch the mindless fish (who after swimming to one side of the tank cannot remember where it is that they have traveled from) slurp it up, as if they haven’t an original thought to ponder during their whole miserable existence, locked in the tank. take pride in who you are & spit on those that would try to make you think otherwise about yourself.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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