Obsession by Lizard

Some crap I wrote earlier.

Oh crap, I cannot come up with anything new to say. What if I just read somebody's blog and comment on them? Oh, or even better, I should copy some stuff from their blogs and twist it, make it really dirty and ugly, add some bullshit and pour it all into a huge bowl filled with my sick lies.

Oh damn I'm good. I should continue picking on that D girl I have already written so much shit about. Now let's see what's happening there. Hm, she wrote she has had sex outdoors. That's a lie for sure because I have never had sex outdoors and I have lived, trust me - just last week I bought skim milk instead of regular. I mean, if that's not living it up, what is?

So, what about her? Sex outdoors, uh huh. Let me add some shit about some elders seeing them and her being dressed as a whore, and here, I'm done. Next. Sex with a man she calls baby boy. Well it must mean he's black which means he has a huge cock. What a lying whore she is, telling she has had sex with a guy who has a huge weapon like this, you know what I mean?

Wait... I cannot see anything mentioned about his size in her blog but I'm sure it was there last time I checked because there is no way I'm imagining things! Oh whatever, I just know I'm right so I'm just gonna write my stuff as if it's true because in my head it is.

What else? What else? Oh, there must have been at least ten orgasms in a row and that's just impossible because I have never had an orgasm! I mean, once I thought I had but it was just a fart. Let's see... no, she's only written about three orgasms in a row and no men were mentioned. Shit, she is messing with my head!!! I hate her!!! Must... hurt... her!!!

What else, what else?! Oh, oh, I know! She wrote something about dating. Dating is not just sipping coffee and chatting, no way in hell. Dating must mean that she has an armyful of guys fucking her in every hole, even ears, especially ears, heh hee... Yeah, that's what I'm gonna write about, earfucks. Love them. No wait, there was something else too. Yeah, dating equals an army of lovers, or fuckers. She does it everywhere, all the time, with people, and animals, even with lampposts. She has to, I know because she is a lying whore bitch.

Ooh, my head is spinning. I think it's time to take my medicine. Shit! Seems like I've lost my prescription and there are no pills left in the little jar they gave me for emergencies like this! Wait, I think I ran out of them last month... Oh who cares, I'm just fine. Just have to catch that blue dragon flapping his huge wings around, and I can get back to shit-writing, I mean, bad-mouthing-- I mean, telling stories about that bitch. Whatever.

I seem to have lost my point... maybe even a few years ago...

I don't know what to do now. I'm confused and really, really pissed. Let's see, I think my doctor said I should take some pills when I'm feeling this angry but I have no pills left. Maybe I should eat those I once found in the dumbster outside the hospital, they're old but I'm sure they'll do the trick.

Maybe I shouldn't eat old pills? Oh who gives a fuck, I know I've never had a fuck, not even a close situation, only someone fiddling with or licking my asshole once but I was so wasted with beer and smiley face pills I have no idea whether it was my dog or my friend's date. Anyway, who cares what doctor said, I'm just gonna do it my way because I'm the smartest anyway, and take one of each color. Green pill, light green pill, red pill, yellow striped pill, one blue dragon flapping his wings pill...

o.O

I think I feel better already, and finally that dragon went away. What a lucky coincidence that his friends came by and flew him back to their planet. I'm so relieved I can finally get back to my writing, I feel so creative and powerful and invincible and-- WTF? That blogger, that nigger-fucking whore has just written something about people having problems and projecting their emotions on to others?! Does she mean me?!!! How dare she!!! I... will... destroy... her!!!

One more blue pill, one black pill just in case, let me just gulp some vodka to mix them up real nice. Oh yes, here we go. I will show her, I will make her suffer for all the years my mother didn't care and my father called me a loser and a shitface, I will call her all the names my siblings and neighbourhood kids called me and I will make her feel every punch my ex threw at me.

Lying, lying, lying whore. I hate you, I hate you so much I will do everything I can to destroy you and your reputation. I will make you cry bloody tears... I don't care that I don't know you and can't even prove you lie about your life in your blog, I just hate you because you seem to have everything I ever wanted and never got.

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