Here we are to sing you a song
Dec 24, 2023 1:54:34 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2023 1:54:34 GMT -6
Oh, hello friend. I didn’t see ya sittin’ there, all smug n shit. What the fuck you want? ….What? You want me to do what? Tell you a story? I ain’t telling you shit!
Fuck you.
And you.
Definitely you.
Yuhp, you too buddy.
You want to hear the tale of Brandon? Well, fuck, let’s do the damn thing then. Go and get yourself a snack, a big ass drink and tip some for me, I’m sober, ha ha haaa.
Psyche.
Now shut the fuck up and sit your bitch ass down. I got a story to tell.
The night’s parting air had this crisp whisk against my skin, the wind acting like it wanted to just fuck my life up n shit. The rain, the god damn fucking rain! I couldn’t stand getting wet, not one damn bit. But, I was out on that empty dirty road, walking to where only Hell and her master know. The type of road that all of the bad people know. All of the heart ache, pain and sorrow, felt beneath each step as my direction died. The feelings of regret begin to tear me apart.
As every vehicle passed, I prayed to this absent God to let this be the one. Please man, just.. come and take away all of this pain. Just, maybe if my ass would just step out and across that line into the middle of the incoming lane. Smash, head through the glass, and spread out for all the people that wanted me in chains and told me that I am fucking insane. I AM NOT FUCKING INSANE! YOU WANNA SEE INSANE MOTHER FUCKER!? I ripped that cold steel piece from its perch in the front of my Wrangler jeans, and put the tip of the dick that cums lead into my mouth. YUM.
NOW SQUEEZE MOTHER FUCKER!
SQUEEZE!
Let me stop right here and explain some shit.
Oh no… here he goes. Exposition time bitches.
I had lost it all. And I am not just talking about wrestling matches, or my mind. I lost my entire fucking life. I met this beautiful woman, broken and she said it was beyond repair. We were a whirlwind romance, burning bright and rising up above it all… only for the fall. I had ripped out pieces of me and used them to help and put her shattered visage, her corrupted heart back together again. But she wasn’t satisfied and needed more, oh my God did she need so much more. But now I was left here, broken and afraid. Afraid of failing back down into that black abyss. The pit full of shit and bleeding wrists, a mind spent.
God you’re a bitch, always whining. Always complaining.
This isn’t where the tale of Brandon began, there is a more far reaching story, but we won’t be wasting our breath on that here today. Let’s get back to the moment at hand, my dumb ass with a pistol in my mouth.
Damn momma, aintcha proud?
My broken heart was still on the mend, but you could care less anyway. Why the fuck was I out here walking on some dirt road you may be asking. Well you see, there is this farm way out here, and on this farm there is a big ass, uh.. whatcha call it.. BARN! A huge fuckin red barn, right? And, well, it’s a place where a bunch of us stupid ass crazy mother fuckers like to get together and throw hands. I mean, we like to get down and bloody y’all, straight fucking each other up n shit. And my stupid ass was late as fuck. Why is my dumb ass so late?
I got caught up in between some whores legs, alright? You gonna judge me motha fucka? Fuck you.
But anyway, so I was just walking along on that dirt road, right? My eyes full of tears n shit, the hate and anger just swelling up within me and I could barely contain the shit. That fucking bitch. That fucking BITCH! ARGGGHHH!
Alright, alright.
Let me try this again…
Ahem.
So I’m walking, dirt road, crying like a pussy, and probably fucked up.
I’M BRANDON MOORE BITCH!
OF COURSE I WAS FUCKED UP!
MOMMA AIN’T RAISE NO QUITTER MOTHER FUCKEERRR!!
I was drunk off a fifth of henny, shit now that I think about it, I got a fat ass blunt sparked up between my lips as we speak dawg. And I might have, yano, put a lil somethin somethin up my nose n shit… Hell, I prolly pushed some shit up into my veins, FRIED MY BRAINS!
AND I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!
And so, I had put that strap back into my pants, to make my dick look bigger of course, and I stumbled my happy ass on down the road towards the farm. Or was it a commune? A compound? Holy shit, I think it was a compound folks! And as I got closer to the shit, I could indeed tell it was more of a compound. Maybe a big ass mix of a compound and, like, a commune, all hippie n shit. I dunno if it was the drugs and alcohol, but I coulda sworn I seen like eight people engaging in some hardcore ass orgy right by the fuggin gate y’all.
GOT DAMN SON!
I had stopped for a moment, looking over at the pile of bodies just going to town n shit. Should I? Ahhh, who the fuck am I kidding, you got damn right I joined in. Give me a sec friends.
Doo bee doo bee doooo….
“While that jack off is off getting his dick sucked n shit, I figured I would take this opportunity to address some shit. You mother fuckers think you know who you dealing with, huh? Ha.. ha ha ha ha. I’m laughing to myself y’all. Dying n shit.. I am just getting fucking started. It was time to put them all on notice, PUT EM ON BLAST ALL DOWN TO THE LAST! The desolate waste like the Johnny Stylez of the world. Just grasp your hands together and feel we are one result.
GRASP YOUR HANDS TOGETHER
FEEL WE ARE ONE RESULT
I’m coming for everything they told me I could never have. You see motha fugga, I was all lost n shit when I first came back into this bidness, didn’t even know who the fuck I was n all that shit. I am broken people, have I already made this proclamation? I was a junkie for a good twenty plus years, and the moment, the fucking one time I am all like, trying to be a good man n shit, get me a baby girl and treat her all good and nice n shit, the bitch gonna focus on the things my ass didn’t do!? ARE YOU FUCKIN..
ARE YOU FUCKIN…
Fuck it. But you see, I thought that I had found my mind during that year long tryst and white picket fence livin, but fuck man, I was fuckin wrong. I was far more disturbed and absent minded than I had ever fuckin thought. Fuck, how many times can I say fuck and get the fuckin point across? Fuck… you think you’re better than me!?
Now listen you little pukes, I want you to sit there and look at me. Look into my fucking face. My fucking eyes. Look at this marvel of human muck and god damn disgusting debauchery and sin and WOOOOOOOO! That is right here in front of you, y’all really wanna fuck with this? Jesus Christ man, I’M NOT AFRAID TO DIE!
But I am a little afraid of what comes after. I know it’ll come in the night like a thief, and my throat will be ripped out and my blood will pool from the wound like my dreams all bled dried. I cried and cried but all you mother fuckers had wood and nails, turning out hate in factories, nailing me to a slab of wood. That’s okay, because I am going to be your fucking GOD!
It won’t take long before I ascend back to the top of this business and reclaim my rightful place among THE IMMORTALS, and there ain’t a fucking GOT DAMN THING anybody can do to stop me. Your pathetic world champion can’t even ride on this dick, so he is fucked. Who else? Just step up boys and girls, and I’ll rape and pillage you and destroy every thing you hold dear. Your entire life will get wrecked, mangled and strangled and I will laugh while doing it. I WILL FUCKING LAUGH!
AaHhhhhhHhhh hhaaHahahahhahahaaaaa
Haaaa..
Ha…
And you will see a smile imprint on my lips as my fist get bloody as they just pound and rip through your flesh. Body parts flying, bags being zipped and your bitch ass kids crying next to your casket. Don’t even try and second guess me. I am through with worrying about a fucking thing about any one of you, this is war.
AND IF YOU AIN’T WITH ME!
THEN YOU’RE FUCKIN AGAINST ME!
Ahem..
Oh shit, he’s coming back folks. Act cool, act cool.”
Where was I?
Ohh, just let me uh, pull up my pants y’all. I had to get down and dirty for a minute, I hope you don’t hold it against me. Honestly, I don’t give a fuck either way. Hey, whatever makes you feel better, aye? So, where was I? Oh, right, so I started lumbering my ass towards that barn, there was a circle pit for my ass to be throwing down in. And as I got close to the barn door, McDougal was waiting n shit.
He was all like, “Yo, you’re late dawg, can’t be having this shit!”
And I was all like, “FUCK YOU!”
“You’re lucky I found some random to fill your spot” He declared worth a quip.
“Oh yeah?” I proclaimed. “Who the fuck is it?”
McDougal stepped aside and in I went, the crowd banging. I could see the back of some dude as he was getting straight pieced up. He was getting his ass whooped y’all! God damn, who the fuck was putting in this brilliant work?
The dude crumbles into a pile of shit on the ground with the other fighter being revealed as none other than Blair Buchannan, and she was fuckin’ on it buddy.
“Is that.. is that fuckin Blair!?” I gasped.
BLAIR STOP! YOU’RE GONNA KILL EM!
Ahh, who the fuck cares.” I started taking bets on how many hands to this punk motha fuckas face till he was dead, going on my merry fuckin way and enjoying my night, like only Brandon fuckin Moore do baby!
Cya bitches. Till next time.