limp jib jabber

If you are being more than sexual with me and trying to give me an emotional message, I have a hard time in knowing how to take it. I was just getting ready to yell at you and give you another violent piece of my mind, but I'm also not going to give in to being your sucker. If I'm anything, I'm your Mary Jane. I felt violently betrayed in the past couple of days and I don't believe I have you won. I will not compromise my idealism. I know Jack looks almost as much of a womanizer in some of the gossip on him, and it isn't even that I fully believe I have him won either. I think you use his info to corner me in more knowing I have no real safe haven. Just A FEW DAYS AGO, in front of the media, in front of everyone, there was a major pass between you and Gillian. YOU GUYS ARE CLOSER NOW THAT EVER BEFORE. Yet, you still want to sucker me in to you. Because this reminds me of my vent of rage, I'll give you my piece of mind anyway: I just can't fathom you, whatever your agenda, and whatever your violent intents are. I strongly believe you are mad and in your anger, you would kill to continue on with the arbitraged gangrape of Jon, Shawn, and Bree Ann, and however it is supposed to add up. You want to assist Jon in keeping me murdered with the gangraping vanity. You look like you've already died and killed for them and are on their side. Hadn't you not sung a tune, I would have no hesitance and cut right to the chase. Were you mocking me yesterday that you had no motive in wanting to protect me from a certain someone, or was that your own jealous rage? No one has ever played it safe with me. While I am a talkative jib jab of a Mary Jane, that is my limp emotional state of being. I feel all efforts of asserting myself and stating myself have failed and there is no breaking through to you. I feel in despair and don't have you won and I have no real win. I can only die and bleed myself to death to your face and in your figurative arms.

Savage Foaming Mouth Rabid Dogs

Katy Perry, My best guess is that I am currently experiencing Jihadi Jon Stewarts gangster 9/11. It could be Jihadi Sam or the other Jihadi John. Anyway, you are a retard to think you know what it means to take someone on. Jon is not a prize. There are no wins with Jon. Besides that most main point, I do not believe in beauty contest supremacy. Both you and Kim AND both Cindi's are all my bastard rapist retards. If Jon came to me begging; if Jon gave it all to show his sincerity that I win his beauty contest; if Jon made me the highest paid prostitute and made effort to make me feel the most valued, I would still be the most violently rejecting. As a matter of fact, all I expect from Jon is for him to be raped to my face. I'd have his rapists cut his throat, make him choke on it with his blood on his rapist, and then rape him. But, if they cut his throat first, HE WOULD NEVER FEEL THE PAIN IN BEING FORCED TO BE A CONQUEST. I do believe I have the most politically correct and right violence. You don't understand how maddening that it is when I already have the actual deadweight of their juggernaut and savagery on me, and then the deadweight from others' ignorance and jealousy over my violence that they thrive and get off to for the violence itself is. Jon is a SHALLOW, vain, savage, rabid juggernaut; and you are one of many juggernaut tools that got herself put on a pedestal and higher juggernaut tool glory. The only reason that Jon hits on me anymore is his other intentional form of rape: his vanity which is along the lines of HIM THINKING THAT HE STILL HAS A CHANCE OR WOULD EVER DESERVE TO HAVE ME. There is no win in Jon. Jon is not a prize. John Atchison is not a prize. And Sam is not a prize. They are fools in chasing their own arrogant and vain tails, savage and hungry for violence. Fuck whatever supremacy they think they have and Conquistador they think they are.