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On Saturday, March 17, 2018 at 1:14:51 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
> Obsess on, slurpers.
>
> 😀
Fat Fuck, face it...you look older than me....you slump...you ramble, you're filthy....you have no one...you live with flash backs...you're wife ran from you as you waited looking at the pretty colors...and where did all this get you, hayseed..? It got you flopping in your brothers house...still holding the fake Jews document...grabbing free coffee and WiFi..and you seriously think there is not one thing wrong with that..you will end your days in Potter's Field...where most unfortunates end their days...so where do you think it all went wrong? The first tab, most likely...you're laughed at, ridiculed, thought of as a pompous ass...now you have Michael supposedly dressing up as your son dresses up...although Michael fits his life style while your son just wants to disappear into some one else...any one, from a pony to Spock....your daughter has moved on, married with kids...there is another you don't talk much about, for some reason...I pity you, pity the way you think life should be, while all along, all you have is this silly group...your pretend admirers, that most don't give a fuck about you....Seriously, how can you pretend to be happy....keep looking at my photo..altering it as one would slash at a photo with a knife, in hatred. Your mind is gone Fat Fuck....at 59, your mind is finished with new thought, holding on to yesterday, for without yesterday, you have nothing left....and yesterday was meaningless, as you've told use through words and refection...so that brings us to a full life of nothing, as of now...you could change that, with a little self reflection...One day all will be gone, as you sit at the coffee shop and realize how fast it all has been....and realize you've attained nothing...believe it or not, I feel sorry for you. So Fat Fuck...alter my picture all you want...you only do that because you can't alter your life...go back in time and make it all good. You've left a trail of unhappiness, surly that must affect your very being...Now sit through the night and talk to the screen where all your dreams reside...keep in mind, though, this is a make-believe world, right here...easy to face.
Goodnight.