Every time I go to close this fucked up pointless blog, there's always a fucked up pointless reason why I don't. That's the sum total of my capacity for reason. I am a fucked up pointless wanker. Amen. < ---see? I have a included a statement which (arguably) links the above image to this post. It's not there just to shock. It has, um, meaning. yeah. (in case you missed it, it's the Amen that gives the cunted picture credibility. You see?)
For those of you who have nothing better to do, here is a brief summary of my existence:
1. my Civil Union ended rather uncivilly. no big deal he was a cunt. Jesus still loves him tho, which makes Jesus a Cunt too.
2. I have my first ever "normal" job. I write media releases for a small independent publisher. i don't read the shit I write for, I just make it up really. This makes me a hack writer cunt.
3. I live on an island by the sea. Suck shit the rest of you.
4. I am with the exception of weed, drug free. Good thing? Bad thing? depends what mood I'm in. I am a moody prick. (you can call me a cunt if you want, Jesus will still love me, the sad prick)
5. My current boyfriend is very cool, but I want a break from always being the junior partner in a relationship. Why that always happens, I don't know. Must be cuz I'm a cunt. Which is why Jesus loves me.
6. My tumour is bigger, but I'm not bothered. If I had a cunt, I would swap it for a tumour anyway. I love my massive cock.
7. I am free. I owe nothing to nobody, I have financial independence, I'm beholden to nothing. The less engaged I am with material existence, the more at peace I am. I'm not a joiner. Freedom means isolation to me. I sit on the beach with my dog n my spliff and feel pure beauty.
8. I have dispensed with immaculate grammar. I no longer care for niceties. if I want to start a sentence with non capital, well, it's my blog, I can. fuck off if you don't like it.
9. I am in good physical shape
10. This post is dull n fucked up. it's a cunt. but jesus still loves me, cuz he's a silly cunt with no sense of discretion. No wonder his cunted old man didn't lift a finger to help him
cheerz n luv
(even if you are a cunt)
Jesus. xox
