Six months ago we ended our life together and splintered into two entirely different worlds. As it turns out, time hasn’t been providing the first aid people say it does. What time has served to do instead is heckle, doubt, berate and exacerbate any infectious feelings and trangressions that resulted from our loving but turbulent relationship and inferno of a break up.
I loathe that I love you still. I think I said that I didn’t.
My mind has been colonized by every burdensome thought possible surrounding our deceased union. My ability to reason is constipated, and so I am left shrugging through a dense cluster of turds that are our mutually maimed memories. Now I am left wading through this most torturous shit in an attempt to digest properly, long after you have likely moved well beyond the bowels of our past. —I’d Rather Have a Hemorrhoid
This article appears in Sep 27 – Oct 3, 2012.
I guess “Gargantua and Pantagruel” is back on the FYP reading list, this year. Not to worry, OP – Dante will knock her out of your mind, completely. Although, for a “Divine” comedy, his jokes really aren’t that funny>: (
hmm..perhaps your cloying descriptive style ultimately led to the demise of the union …dood
Have to admit, very well put.
Welcome to true sorrow. The kind where you awake to the reality that nothing has meaning any longer. Where you poison your mind, body, and soul willingly and tease the cold clutch of the reaper. Feel it… breathe it… don’t just entertain the idea you do not matter. Embody it.
I am moved by the power of your poop/love metaphor.
She refused to swallow?
Lots of excretory references in this bitch.I normally poo-poo this kind of thing but I wouldn’t want to give you a bum rap. Life’s a crap shoot OP, you just have to not give a shit but, at the same time, not be an ass about it. How will it all turn out? Not sure, your gas is as good as mine.
*Stands, applauds Troon. Wipes eyes with a wad of toilet paper*
THAT was beautiful, *sniff, sniff*……*SNIFF*…Awww Troon, did you just..?..*sniff sniff*…Aww! *gag*…You did! *gag* Phew, man! Your mixture’s rich!
So. Haven’t moved on yet, have we, dearest zed.
Might wanna work on that.
HI KITTY!!
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I’m not sure OB …if you need a dose of exlax, or some imodium !
not another somebody done me wrong song. fuck mates, get you doodoo together. if you split, do it, and leave us the fuck out of it. we are getting sick of the same fucking inane bitches, week after fucking week. get some good shit going for a fucking change.
OP You don’t need a psychologist, you need a proctologist.
Duh, dun, dun, another one bites the dust….dun, dun, dun. Give it a little more time and you will be counting your lucky stars it is behind you. Hang in there it gets a whole lot better!!! 🙂
Six months is spit in the pity puddle when you’re young – wait a few years and it’ll be a great story to tell with the appropriate embellishments, of course.
woggie baby, i see you have now joined the fold of us miscreants here in bitchville. glad to see you have some spit and fire in you honey.
Boru, “OP You don’t need a psychologist, you need a proctologist.”
No. This person needs a thesaurus… or was using one.
Senor Campana Boru, “OP You don’t need a psychologist, you need a proctologist.”
No. This person needs a thesaurus… or was using one.
For reason’s I am not going to get into on this board,yes I have trouble with spelling and puncuation but, it may look like I’m a complete fucking retard I Senor am not.
Woah there, Boru. El Senor was making a joke at the OP’s expense, not yours.
Shas’la Thank you. 🙂
Senor *egg on face* I apologize