I remember a time when I respected women... I was a kid then. Now... I got some chivalrous views at times, but now I'm more of a rudie. I often find myself calling females bitches, but when I think of past experiences. I actually feel justified. That's not even the messed up part.
You know me right? Well you say you do. You love me right? Pfft. You and your nonsense, how cute. How could love me with such emotions on your sleeves? You lack the patience to comprehend the understanding of one who is the likes of me. You love me now you hate me later, you can't even make up your fucking mind as I stay by patiently waiting on you to decide. Now you try to control me. You mean now you can't stand who I am, what I do, what I believe in, none of that? Then why the hell were you with me in the first place?? Now that I'm not the dog you intended for me to be, but a wolf that runs freely... You hate me.
What a surprise. Now you're trying to play me. You see other opportunities? Take 'em because I know it like you know it. He can promise you everything you wanted to hear, but'll soon come up short, and no man will never love you like I loved you, and no man would never put up with the shit that I put up with. You piss me off as you look at me with eyes of emptiness. You no longer love me? After every sacrifice and everytime when I held your head as you cried, what? Fuck you.
I got a plan.
Every woman is thin like paper, so I'll play 'em until I get my fill, then leave 'em once I get annoyed, after all there's always another girl down the road. She can suck and fuck with the best, expect my love but nonetheless I.....don't. As I leave her those feelings last forever, in her head I'm immortal, but to me? She was good now it's done.
As I give the following females dick they laugh and taunt each other quick, combating for my affection, yet they fail in my since they don't know it's no contest. That's right bitch, you're all hoes.
I keep it up, undescriminately, whether she loved me or not, I dealed with too much bullshit to care less to use these bitches until the day one of these chicks have my child then all I can say is..... Damn?
Honestly, I wouldn't know how to react to getting a girl pregnant because a bad reaction just seems rude, yet I'm not prepared to be a father, dude.
-sigh-
If she has daughter I might panic, because of what becomes offered. The young brat who wants to be mature, wants to be a grown up, wants to do grown up things, yet can't seem to fucking grow up because of the selfish way she brings. I will have to defend her from other young men who have fallen off the path like me, then deal with the audacity of this young bitch who seems to say that I can't see I can't understand the love she sees.
And that's just the easier part.
I mean... what if she becomes some kind've undercover slut or an open one? Suckin and fucking her life away???!!!! That's even worse!!! What if she gets Montana Fishburne syndome? And one day I might be surfin up some porno or looking through dirty mags and I see my beautiful daughter taking a money shot right in the face. Embarassing.
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Now if she bore me a son. I guess it would be easier, because all I have to do is teach him how to play these young girls and how to avoid the bitches who want in on his heart. We will give him praise as he joings the almighty "Dick-her then ball hards" and give him props as he makes the hearts of both young and grown women stop. Placing them in the swirl of emotions promising the false love in exchange for exchange of a work-out of the body. You clever devil, you. That way, we can go out vacation, meet a trifling mother and her daughter tag-team then we leave em, talk about em when we get home.
Then when his day come for a child, just read up a few paragraphs the loop is solid.
Not a planned future, neither is it definite, but it is possible. Just pointing out what will happen if you don't get your shit together.
I am Arc Christelle..... and this has been, The Infinite Space.
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