posts anymore. Because I'm lazy to. That, and
also because I have a short attention span, won't
allow myself the time to properly commit to a blog
post.
And, aiya.
Lemme just spoil it for you, and guarantee to you that
I won't be continuing the 'Fiction' series.
The post was going to end in violence. He was going
to finally explode over 'her' secret romance. He was
going to catch the adulterous couple fucking each other's
brains out and he was going to beat the living shit out of
the both of them.
The man first, than he'd make the severity of what 'her' did
sink in, before beating the shit out of her, leaving her dead.
Violent and sudden ending.
Very anti-climatic and with a slight touch of noir to it.
Classy.
But I'm lazy to continue writing. So I'll just spoil it for you,
and save time on my amplification of ideas and tell you that it
was going to be very, very violent; and very very appealing to
the average male.
Violent, and suspicious.
A tempest, ready to be unleashed.
So there. I'm fucking lazy.
So fuck me. Yes, if you're hot and female,
and look anything like the women that I
get friendly with at work. I'll galdly wait for you to bend over. Or
perhaps I'll just wait, lying flat.
It's a hormonal teenage mind at work man,
sex is always the key, to unlocking closed doors, and seeing
as I'm the only male in my work place who hasn't had sex
yet, I'm getting damn defensive about it. Hey, sue me, for being
young and innocent will ya?
Bang Bang Bang.
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