Bitch!

Yes you are a bitch! And it’s not an euphemism. For you are an irrational and cruel bitch. You have a perverse sense of humor, which ironically I would appreciate, except that you make no sense, and you cause so much pain. Take the analogy of a commonly stocked refrigerator. Logic would dictate that you trash the putrefied stuff; the rotten apples, the spoiled food, and bad seeds in order to make room for fresh feed. The ice box is over stocked with frozen limbs, slivered pigs, and choice cuts of meats carefully wrapped, so as to contain their dripping blood. But what do you do?

You bury deep in mounds of trash bins, freshly sprouted peaches, sweet marmalade, and fresh lettuce. You rob fresh milk from the mouths of nursing infants. You discard without qualms the sole provider, so that the variety of the contents of that refrigerator lacks in nutrients, and happiness. Why is it like that? Why can’t you use logic and get rid of the scurvy first? That would make sense. But you know, I’m not afraid of you, and I will prove it to you. I am flying tonight to Mexico City for several days, which has an ailing economy you have helped entomb, as it floundered for air to maintain a pulse.

Pedophiles court elementary schools and sit in their cars jacking off as the little girls in fresh summer clothing walk by. You can read their minds, and you could stop them if you tried…. Yet, instead you deal with gentle souls whom are loved and needed so very desperately. Your agents are busy at work to promote your trade, and take anyone in their way -- you´re really perverse. You tease, and wait for a man to work hard all of his life with the lure of the good life, and when he´s about to reap the fruits of his labor, just then - you snatch him away. Like I said, I'm not afraid of you bitch, even if I see glimpses of you on my trip.

I am not afraid of you…when it pertains to me.



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