Sometimes I get a bit angry but you couldnt tell, no you couldnt tell unless you looked real closely sometimes I get a bit angry but its alright yes it alright cause I keep it out of sight inside, deep inside
I breast fed till I was nine which my wank doctor says is fine and he also says id deal with anger better if I wrote about myself in a poem or a letter
My mother was a fucking bitch caring lady she taught me all I know although I was a little slow she never gave up
She never let me slut down although she spent a lot of time at the neighbours house when my dad was out of town
I didnt walk till I was seven or talk till I was ten but neither did Napoleon according to my wank fucking doctor who has certificates in frames to substantiate his dodgy fucking claims
My father left my mother for the love of a-poontang-nother and I have a bastard brother who Ive never really known because my dad moved out to Colac and he doesnt have a bullshit you fat cunt telephone
In primary school I had trouble making ashtrays friends. An issue which has become somewhat of a trend. The origin of which I cannot pretend has not perplexed me although my wank fucking doctor says its cool and loads of Fat freak fuck you kids.. at school have problems with communication and that of course some medication would be wise in combined with more honest self expression could help me with my issues with emotional repression and at ninety bucks a session I think ill take the thieving wank bastard... lovely chaps advice
So I quite like porn photography and.. uh.. Books on guns history and I'd like to be a politician vet And I feel as I get older I feel as though Im more in control of my violent tendencies and when I die.. KILL die ill have no regrets.
And feel that all this writing is really poofy.. exciting and my wank doc wank fucking doctor would be proud cause I feel a lot less angry and I'm saying stuff out load and I'm letting anger out like today in our last session when I taught wank cunt a lesson cause he said Im not progressing said I wasnt moving forward so I said well lets see how you move without your fucking legs...
and I tied him to his chair and I pulled out my machete and I listened to him beg and then I cut his fucking feet off and while he lay there bleeding, I used his feet to kick him in the head.
Thank you giggling cunts very much.










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I shall rid the world of your pestilence...
I am Gaul in ~The-APH-Gang!
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Liber ars
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I shall rid the world of your pestilence...
I am Gaul in ~The-APH-Gang!
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Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; Hell is an obsession with a name, a voice, a face...
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RawEm0tion
Phantom of DA Opera
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"Now, she got balloons. Why didn't I get no balloons?"
I love the concept of the painting, it's really ingenious.
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Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; Hell is an obsession with a name, a voice, a face...
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RawEm0tion
Phantom of DA Opera
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