That Big Black Cock

Apparently the bbc is in nowadays. I mean, a cock carousel wouldn't be complete without a stint with a few purple penises. Hell, I've met bitches that would never date black men; bitches that are proud of their "Aryan" family tree that have been gang-banged by Africans. Of course, this information only comes out after the trickle truths start to fade a little bit and after you've started getting some feelings for them. Little do they know that doing shit like this makes them more Jewish than Jesus and more black than a motherfucking oil spill. Let it be known that I have no problem with girls getting pounded by multiple "brothers" especially if it's in their past. I only have a problem with it when it's the girl that I'm dating. Although after information like this comes out, the relationship is pretty much over, or on the way to being over, no matter how fucking in love I am.

Nothing is more disheartening than a white supremacist wannabe bitch that betrays her own race. The only thing worse than a racist is a fucking traitor. At least own up to it and continue doing it for god's sake. Don't act like you don't like black men, and that they're not good enough for you now. Their cells are still inside you after all, you're carrying them around and will be for the rest of your life. What the fuck is wrong with you? The best part is the entitlement they continue to have after their past comes out. Demanding shit and threatening to leave and whatnot. No please don't leave, what would I do without you?


I Would Never Have dated You When I Was 25

That's what she blurted out to me yesterday right before I told her that I would never marry her. She proceeded to explain how back then she was attracted to the huge roided out bodybuilder types and how she finds them disgusting now. The truth is so depressing sometimes. I maintained my frame pretty well when she said this; mainly because I only just remembered that she said it about an hour ago. And when I did remember, a blanket of hopelessness and certain despair was thrown over me. 

The truth is, I wanted to weep. I wanted to weep not just because I'm getting the leftovers. But also because her female mind will make sure she never understands. And also because I'm going to have to leave this girl soon if she expects me to invest more into her than I deem her worthy. And I wanted to weep because I honestly feel like she might be lost without me due to her mental illnesses and lack of self control. And I wanted to weep because I know she will fuck men left and right after we break up. I wanted to weep because I fell in love with her no matter how many times I told myself not to. What kind of fucked up game is this?


You Know What? I Don't Wanna Have a Fucking Threesome.

Not even with two girls, not that I'd ever have one with another man since only phaggets do that shit. But, seriously, that kiketry doesn't fascinate me at all. My girlfriend going down on some random whore isn't my idea of a good time, and I find it disgusting that my partner would be okay with me cheating right in front of her. It would also mean she's way too promiscuous for a relationship with me. How does one even go about planning a threesome, especially as a female? I mean, it seems like a lot of effort and planning to go through for something that's supposed to be fun. Do you not have a fucking life?


Speaking From The Heart

I have a nagging feeling that I need to make a lot of money for her. I don't know if it's because she tells me that millionaires offer her lots of money and want to give her everything, or if it's because she says that one day I will be rich and I don't wanna let her down. Why does she not take any of their offers? I don't understand.

It's as if normal men, even above average men can't even compete anymore. I've come to the realization that at any time, some rich faggot can take your girlfriend or wife, or your lover away from you. How fucking sad that is. Hypergamy is always a threat. I know that the world is a horrible place but this is just depressing . There is always a bigger guy, a stronger guy, a richer guy, a more popular guy, a better looking guy, a guy that better fits a certain mood she's in during a fleeting moment or cold, rainy morning after she gets her face tattoo, or a more bad-ass guy. As pathetic as it is, what makes me feel better is knowing that no man is immune to a twelve gauge shell to the chest. I mean, worst case scenario of course.


The Human Soul Comes Here to Die

The difference between the mob and current Vegas residents is that the mafioso's at least were human. Not like these fucking zombies. The current Vegas population consists of lowlife scumbags. At least the mob had order and respect. If you chopped up a typical Vegas resident I wouldn't feed their parts to my dog. They  act like they feel, they pretend like their actions have meaning. The desperation in this city is pungent. Everyone is owed something and no one pays anything. The worst part of every city in the world calls Las Vegas home.


This is Not Sparta

Deep down most men want to be warriors, and in this day and age we're not given that opportunity. Many of us feel lost and unable to make any meaning out of our lives. Do we really even know what we want anymore? We want to be the protectors of our families. We want to fight, live and die for something epic. To be part of a great battle to protect something that defines us, and die fighting for that something. We want to leave this world knowing that we did something that gave us not just meaning, but an identity. And we'll never have that. We're forced to make due and live a trivial existence day in and day out. Some of us scramble to find and grasp onto something, thinking; maybe I can make this what I fight for, maybe this can be my battle. But there's no meaning to anything anymore. Everything just merely exists. We just give each other existentially awkward looks. Like, "what the fuck is this?" What are we supposed to do here? We don't need to hunt. We don't need to build shelter. Sparta doesn't need to be protected from the Persian army. What am I needed for? I'm not needed for anything. We, are not needed for anything; not anything worth being needed for anyway.

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