Fuck you is the name of this document.
If a solar flare hit the earth right now, scorching everything and everyone instantly – if I had the time, I would look to the sky and thank God for smoking this human virus.
It is directed at YOU.
You will not control my fucking thoughts any longer. You will not touch me. You will not know me.
I just sat in PISS. And I don’t give a fuck! Actually sitting in piss right now beats the hell out of what I have been doing for the last two and a half years.
so the reason we live is the reason we die and the reason we die is because there’s no better answer.
and the reason you cry is the reason you lie and you’re a socialite egomaniacal emotional cancer.
and the reasons for the sky is blue and all that you knew that grew and spew forth like volcanic disease
is to please your man, please him so well that you knew nothing more than his love you abused on his knees.
oh yeah you’re a worthless whore that knew nothing more than the blasted motherfucker who took you away
from your own inner pain for a short term gain of about a thousand micrometers of your soul’s dilution, per se.
Motherfucker can’t you see what you’re doing to me can’t you be what you claimed as natural as the grass and the trees.
The problem with having sex with strangers is that you don’t give a shit about their kids.
“Oh, you have kids? Fuck your kids.” Unlike normal kids, you learn to HATE the kids who belong to your pussy.
I fucked this broad who had kids and I was so god damn wasted that I thought, ‘FUCK THE CHILDREN’ – I was fucking wasted, but instead of tripping over her childrens’ toys in the dark, what did I do? I KICKED THAT SHIT OUT OF MY WAY because I’m better than your fucking accidents!
I know this guy was fucking some broad with kids and the kid came in and slapped him on the ass while they were fucking. Kid didn’t know any better. My guy didn’t care. Nobody gave a fuck! That’s how inconsequential a kid really is. Kids are useless. So stop having them.
I am better than you, your mom, your worthless coke-sucking daddy and your child support checks from McDonald’s whose worth I shit into a toilet every day and wipe my ass with!
“What’s this child support all over my asshole? I better wipe more.”
Fuck is the best word ever. It’s better than your children’s father, it’s better than you, it’s better than Christmas.
Do you want to fuck?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Well some fucking body’s gotta fuck you, who’s the fuck?
Fuck that guy!
Retarded people is who I’m talking about. Retarded people are better than you, better than you wasting your fucking time, wasting mine, wasting our money and efforts. Do you know what alcohol even does to you? Motherfucker, you’re going to get cancer and die, just like all of us. We’re all gonna die! DONT’ YOU FUCKING GET THAT!? WE ARE ALL GOIGN TO DIE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO FUCK IT! GET FUCKED, FUCK EACH OTHER, TAKE SOME PILLS – EAT SOME FUCKING ACID, GET YOUR MIND OPEN – TEAR IT THE FUCK OPEN!!!!! YOU ARE NOT WORTH A BOTTLE OF SHIT, JUST EAT A HIT OF ANGELDUST, KILL A POLICE OFFICER AND FUCKING ROT IN PRISON FOR YEARS, AND PRAY THAT YOU SOON HAVE THE STRENGTH TO KILL YOURSELF, AND THEN FUCKING DIE IN PRISON! WRITE BOOKS ABOUT HATE AND FEAR AND RAGE AND PAIN IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT, BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO FUCKING KILL YOUR FUCKING SELF BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT WORTH THE WEIGHT OF THE ROPE THAT HANGS YOU. SO GO AHEAD AND USE YOUR BELT.
And when you are standing there, with the belt around your neck, hanging from the rafters – prison cells shouldn’t have rafters, but this one does – and you’re thinking about all the reasons you’re about to end your life, even though “there’s no reason to end a life,” and you happen to think about this sentence of torn logic, between necessity, fate, self-loathing, regret, self-destruction, shitting your pants when you die, and all the good you can do for humanity, even after you’ve raped, killed a cop, smoked pure PCP to the dome on top of a head full of liquored-up acid, then turned around and taught inner-city kids how to read because you’re a god damn superhero; just remember – Elf Wax Times don’t give a fuck about you, your ambitions, your dreams, or your inner peace or your god damn adventurous spirit, the fact you ran down old people in your car, married a whore, and now you’re single and got nothing, nobody to turn to, a family that hates you and friends who don’t know you – just remember – this one thing, before you hang yourself like the scum-sucking worm that you are. remember this: you are nothing.
FUCK YOU. Hang yourself. Do it, you miserable piece of shit. Nobody wants you.
Nobody needs you.
The world is better off without you. In fact, if there’s a quicker way to die than hanging yourself, DO IT. Got a gun? Excellent. Use it, pussy bitch. Point that motherfucker straight into your temple and pull the trigger – or don’t you have a pair of balls worth fuckign with? Don’t you have shit but a gun? Then pretend like that gun is a dick and SUCK A BULLET THROUGH IT. PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER ‘CAUSE NOBODY WANTS YOU. NOBODY NEEDS YOU. SPEND A BULLET, SAVE A DOLLAR, AND SAVE THE FUCKING WORLD. YOU ARE A VIRUS.
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(12:43:41 AM) fellinlovewithtwilight: What?
(12:43:44 AM) judasaddiction: Yeah
(12:43:45 AM) judasaddiction: I know
(12:44:50 AM) fellinlovewithtwilight: What are you talking about
(12:46:53 AM) fellinlovewithtwilight: ??
(12:47:06 AM) judasaddiction: I am talking about murdering somebody. You want to help me?
(12:48:24 AM) fellinlovewithtwilight: Hm I think I’ll pass
(12:49:44 AM) fellinlovewithtwilight: Who you gonna murder?
(12:50:02 AM) judasaddiction: I am murdering the general publis
(12:50:02 AM) judasaddiction: c]
(12:50:03 AM) judasaddiction: fa
(12:50:03 AM) judasaddiction: sf
(12:50:03 AM) judasaddiction: asdjf
(12:50:03 AM) judasaddiction: adsfads
(12:50:04 AM) judasaddiction: f’hiukjhkfyuck
(12:51:03 AM) fellinlovewithtwilight: Hm ok
(12:52:00 AM) fellinlovewithtwilight: Your scarring me
(12:51:53 AM) judasaddiction: good.
(12:51:58 AM) judasaddiction: you should be scared
(12:52:01 AM) judasaddiction: because I’m an evil motherfucker
(12:53:06 AM) fellinlovewithtwilight: Ok hm I think
(12:53:11 AM) fellinlovewithtwilight: I should go bye
(12:53:03 AM) judasaddiction: I think you should, too. Because you’re a wuss
(12:53:08 AM) judasaddiction: Get fucked and die
(12:53:58 AM) fellinlovewithtwilight: Yea bye
(12:53:52 AM) judasaddiction: crylight
(12:54:37 AM) fellinlovewithtwilight: Fuck off
fuck that bitch.
The world is a god damn lie. Existence is a fabrication. You are worthless. Your town, its artifacts, its people – all meaningless.
This Earth was created neither for you nor me nor God. We are all equally shit. We are all God. God is shit.
You are not going to win. There is no losing, but somehow you’ve found a way to come out on the bottom. You are scum. You believe in God’s miracle. You are a Christian, a Muslim, a fucking animal that simply can’t evolve to save its own dick.
YOU WILL BE EVOLVED OUT. Because like religion, you are no longer relevant.
you are not worth the weight of this hard-on.
Before you judge me, why don’t you take a look at your fucking self…?
6 replies on “FUCK YOU”
Wow. You are a piece of work! I have analyzed many people and you just another loser with split personalities, drug addiction, bi-polarity, and a very shady past! The bad past is something that is very obvious to us all… You were probably molested as a young man, or just perverse as those men that do those things to those little boys. Or, perhaps, you were once a normal person that had a great (you thought) relationship with a woman, and now you see in the back of your paranoid schizophrenic mind that she hates you and pities you in some way… I think that you have a hate for little girls> Why is that?
Oh well, either way the internet would be better off without you talking all this trash. You are just wasting space on the web. These things you talk about are just as stupid as all these little girls post on Twitter. No one cares about what you think and what your opinions are. I know when you write that whoever reads your little perverse twisted little blogs here that they should go and kill themselves, YOU ARE ACTUALLY TRYING TO CONVINCE YOURSELF TO FINISH YOUR OWN LIFE.
So, why dont you? Kill yourself you loser. DO IT. Do it tonight at the strike of midnight. Go to your local church and slit your throat open right up on the alter. Let them cleanse your blood away in disgust. Because that is what you are. Disgusting and worthy of death. So die.
We thank you for your time and professional analysis of our most troubled writer, Calvin Hart. Fortunately I see you are readily able to identify the obvious. It’s been a long road down what he calls ‘progress’ towards the very goals you speak of: clearing up his gout, uncontrollable pedophilia and bestiality, and ultimately suicide which he craves so desperately.
Sometimes I hear him clawing at the ceilings at night, in the cellar where he does most of his self-hating. We used to be able to turn the TV up loud but his fingernails have become quite sharp and his howl so long and inextinguishable that we sometimes can not sleep at night.
Sitting at the dining room table the other day, I enjoyed the sports page in the sunshine over a bowl of raisin bran and various dried fruits. As I looked outside at the songbird singing, pondering LeBron’s next move, there came a tapping at my shoulder! I dropped my coffee mug to the hardwood floors and it shattered, splashing hot brown, amaretto onto my ankles. It was Calvin. He’d gotten loose.
He begged me to let him write a story. I said, “No, Calvin. It simply will not due. The public isn’t ready.” [which you, by the way, have proven, Dr. Phil]
But he then demanded it! He dug an overgrown, fungus-laden toenail into my burns and said it again: “I WILL WRITE AN ELF WAX!”
So I asked, “But Calvin! Your fingernails are five-inch daggers! How will you stroke the keys?” To which Calvin Hart had no response. He simply mashed [what he calls] “the letters” as he saw fit, at times pressing only the home row keys in rapid succession, as if to speak from his heart the words he can not truly say.
We dubbed his condition ‘Agoraphobia of the Keyboard’ – or, fear of leaving the home row keys.
Our sympathies with your expert analysis depart on the issue of love, for as far as we know, Calvin Hart has never had a girlfriend. So your projections of feelings of failure, hatred, and self-pity do not safely apply to him, or this particular article. Perhaps it is because you carry your own biases and preconceptions of Calvin, knowing the writer personally as I’m quite sure that you do, almost positive in fact. But perhaps it is more blatantly because you seek too steadfastly to impress the same such whore presently, or better yet – prove your susceptibility to her logic-defying ways in the hopes of “gettin’ ya some.”
In any case, you have probably learned that Elf Wax is not the place to come lay out your “analysis” and then kick back in your office chair to enjoy mental masturbatory ecstasy. Nor is it the place to come for any reason because as you said, it is worthless filth that nobody needs to read; yet, you wrote a response to it. Welcome to Elf Wax, where you miss the point by grasping it.
P.S.: you found our website using Google, by way of our article about sexting.
Leave me alone!
very uplifting article
Thanks leJawn. It is comforting to know people still take the time to read into the “true meaning” of our material here at the Times.
Which means you must be a dangerous sociopath, so your IP address has been transferred to the Department of Homeland Security.
Sorry! We don’t know what you’re capable of.