Thursday, April 14, 2011

They Hate My Guts

They hate my guts because they can't be me. They can't summon the personal courage to go out in field or face me at the pub (the one in St. Pete). I can do what they can't do. In the world that I operate in, I rule. They don't even follow. They mire in their own excrement. They drink my urine.

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