"It's weird. It's what I want. But it doesn't make sense."
- H.W.P.

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Time for a recurring issue, boys and girls!
So here is my problem.
I have emotional tourettes.
I gave up on life, so i now sit at the computer.
Fair enough.
My propensity for stalking prevails.
Fair enough.
My urges to go 'BITCH CUNT FUCKER DICK FUCK'?
Not so fair.

If course I tell myself it's what I want.
To an extent, yes.
As it goes,
'ur livin in a goddamn dream world'
But it's not fair. (and I think you're really mean)
Being a spent and useless excuse bites.
Hard, like Jaws meets a Husqvarna.

Perception and lenses.
Without being too contextual,
I see things as am, not as you are.
You're a cunt.

I have emotional tourettes.
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