Posts tagged homelesses

                 I had a gypsy friend when I was about 10. He gave me a knife. I buried it in the ground so my mom doesn’t find out, but when I returned next day, it was gone. Some homeless existence had to find it. That’s how coincidence protected me from the gypsy ways.

(Just recycling some old stuff I wrote)

                 So I had a glorious idea.

                 Basically, it’s a pub where low existences like homelesses and gypsies (those dirty ones / racism prevention) can drink alcohol for free. Wait, let me explain the marketing logic. There is a number of those “people” who just beg for money to eventually get a beer anyway, instead of food. They also beg for cigs et cetera. You know them. You are having a cig on a bus stop and they approach you like fucking zombies smelling fresh blood. You didn’t even see them before you decided to smoke but they just somewhat appeared everywhere around you after that.

                 Anyway, the place itself (i.e. the main room) would be slightly below street level and there would be, yes, alcohol for free. There would be tables and chairs, yes, everything, even a bar. The price the homeless visitors pay for drinking is that above - there are rooms and cabins w/ a view, from where people laugh at those who come. There is also a possibility of throwing stuff at them or even spitting on them (but be cautious to not become one of them, one of the lower people. The prizes in the pub above are higher than usual to overcome lower class watching itself).

                 On some evenings there would be a further program of amazing fun and degenerated people degenerating. Even a cool-as-fuck moderator who walks around and asks them questions until they are ridiculed to a point of suicide, just to have a sip of ugly, warm beer for free (often w/ piss in it, but who cares). All would be televised, Christmas special included.

                 I know, I know. Alcohol gives homelesses courage, so they would often have enough of it and they would start rioting inside the cage (did I mention the cage?) like animals - against the higher class. This would make the show even more enjoyable because they can never win. You, as a spectator, can throw them cigarettes as a gift or even give them some food as a symbol of gratitude. Some homelesses love alcohol so much that they would drink themselves to death if you gave them enough, so that would be also fun to watch. Some of them would just die there for your amusement.

                 Nobody is forced to anything though, everybody can enter the arena whenever they want and leave it anytime as well. Still, it would work somehow. Degenerated human mind works like that. It’s a miracle. A piece of crystal clear thought in sociology. A rare fucking gem.

                 I do realize that there is still danger of a bloody fucking bloodshed of degenerates who don’t have money from the cage and those other degenerates who do have some money from the first floor BUT I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing. I would only prevent loss on our side by adding ONE MORE FUCKING FLOOR above the spectator floor. This is the one for the high-society. This is for the noble people. If you act like a jackass here, they’re going to cut your dick off and throw you two floors down naked so you beg for forgiveness and suffer in low-end vomit.

                 But my hatred towards everyone is just too big - even for this bulletproof-glass-protected room with a VIP sexual-slave service and teenage whores promenading around. I would have a fucking TOWER built ABOVE the third floor where I would just sit and watch.

                 BAM, everyone is happy.

                 My dick is a conceited warrior, but my mind is tired of the uselessness. It’s like my pet and I’m an idiot that is supposed to think of some new fun for it all the time. I throw mental images of cunts and asses at him as some sort of garbage, but I’m not a fucking garbage collector neither I live in a fucking vaginal dump. And it’s not just a fucking frog that will jump out of the aquarium and suffocate any time, it‘s like three big dogs or something. It’s never satisfied. I have resigned on hunting a real female every time it barks, and I don’t even seek that sort of reputation (and I wouldn’t achieve it). BUT - my fantasies were never nearly as stupid and off the line as some things I see on the internet daily. I try to keep myself sane. Well, fantasy as a genre itself is pretty fucking idiotic too, to tell the truth.

                 It’s like a pre-consumed food for people that can’t even fucking eat properly. Inside of all the wizardry stuff and orcs and all the same bullshit over and over - it’s just normal shit, normal shitty storyline (usually even shittier with all that shit), same as the other stuff. So why the fuck do you need fucking elves to digest a book. You don’t have to fucking read at all you know, you can just think about all that dorky, nerdy stuff in your head and masturbate to it. All you do is imagining the creatures anyway, that‘s what you consider entertaining about it.

                 Fuck. I could write porn for fantasy lovers easily. Get a hold of your meat before I start. Ready? So, you basically kill this evil huge dragon with your best armor on (there are good dragons too, but this one was evil and dark as fuck) and then a rainbow unicorn comes from the sky and gently inserts its horn into your ass. At first it acts like your mother’s dildo, but then it blows million fairies into your ass that massage your insides. Then motherfucking Gandalf comes to the scene and puts an orgasm spell on you which makes you feel like exploding and your dick then expands into a glowing sabre thing and slays 1000 orcs. Then you are given some worthless award or something. Crown of fire, throne of ice or something elemental like that.

                 AWSUM?

                 It reminds me of this story that I heard in one of the shittier pubs I used to go to. This blonde slut goes there regularly, she is there like all the time, which sounds really crazy but she has a boyfriend there working as a bartender, so whatever. She has a really good ass. Well, she has a good figure altogether and her face is somewhere between acceptable and very good after five beers. Anyways, she was telling us this story about how her friends were drinking and smoking weed in the woods and they met a midget there in the middle of the night. They thought it was some sort of forest-y dwarf so they took him. They just caught him and took him with them.

                 He was fighting back but he was obviously disadvantaged (!!) as they were notably bigger and there was also more of them. They stole him and locked him in a wardrobe because he was still trying to escape. Next morning they realized what they did and found out that there was some disabled people camp thing going on near, with games and such. They were fucking fucked. The end. And I like the girl’s face, I was just trying to stay cool.

                 Anyways. These are the chicks that appreciate the lowest form of compliment. They don’t mind homelesses staring at their goods. They know that when they enter a room (it can be a shitty fucking pub or anything), they appear as a red glowing dot on everybody’s radar or minimap or whatever they have. On the other side of the spectrum, there are feminist women, who, for some reason, hate this system with passion. They just can’t stand it. They think it makes women whores. And they hate semen.

                 Feminism is a serious illness that sane people run away from. It’s such a fucking bummer. In modern society (or the 1st world, as some like to call it), feminism can’t really achieve anything, because it’s just organized whining. And all the shitty things become so much worse when they are organized. Think of religion for example. And also organized parties. I hate parties where you have a fucking timetable to know when to take a whiz. It’s not work. And I don’t want to play any fucking Monopoly. I’m here to drink myself into alcoholic coma, I don’t need games, I don’t need wizards and their spells, I don’t need feminist women. I sincerely just want all these things to fuck the fucking fuck off.

                 Aye. I did a trip to my uni campus today. Did I see vaginas? Did bitches occur in metro? Read forth.

                 First of all, I really don’t like the bus/tram stop where I get off the bus. There are homelesses and ugly women. Homelesses feel the need to expose their upper part of greasy, sweaty body because they don’t have anything to change to. They also like drinking cheap pseudo-wine on the only exact spot where it’s forbidden. There are sings everywhere that smoking and drinking in that area is prohibited and they sit around there in their female trousers drinking and smoking (this is what I noticed – they don’t care whether the trousers are for women, for the trousers that are for women look like trousers for men from sixties). And they fucking stare at you. They stare at you, waiting for a little provocation to start shit with you. And it’s because they don’t feel confident about their existence. It’s because they didn’t wash their body in weeks. It’s because you obviously have the possibility to enter higher-quality vagina.

                 A lot of them carry knives. I hate when people fucking carry knives for others to see. What the fuck are you trying to prove you silly wanker. And when bitch does that, that is like the most pretentious vaginality ever to spawn anywhere. I hate so many women.

                 I had a great luck today too, as I always went up the stairs under some fat bitch with huge ass. And those homelesses, they stare at the ass, because they like it. I know it. It’s an abomination split in two, with a greasy hole between - and they like it. Because there is a match for everyone. Fat bitch has to hunt homelesses and drug addicts. Gays have to hunt penises. I only have to cover my eyes when going up the stairs in metro. Grannies also have ugly asses.

                 Then when you ask a bitch whether she’s happy, that tells you a lot about the possibility of sexing her physical goods somewhere. Because if she says she’s happy and she really means it, it’s a pretty bad start for you - why would she try to get fucked from you when she’s happy without fucking you? „Yes I am happy“ means „no I don’t want your dick inside me bro, my man has a bigger dick“. Sometimes when you say „I’m feeling like shit“ you mean „I’d really like to get hold of those boobs, they are indeed formed nicely“ and the girl doesn’t even care and she starts talking plenty of shit about her pets and about her troubles with some not-so-pretty friend of hers, usually fatter then she is because you don’t talk to fat sluts do you.

                 I was on some party this summer, where I go because there is always some beer for free. I don’t really have any right to drink it but who cares. There was this bitch who was saying crap to me for like 30 minutes and I honestly don’t remember one fucking word she told me. Then she went for a beer and I went behind her, like a stealth shadow. When she was pouring the beer into the glass, I came to her silently, from behind, and grabbed her between legs. I thought of my act as a masterpiece of some sort. As a surprisingly heroic piece of some manly sort of art. But what the fuck. It didn’t surprise her AT ALL. She was very calm, said „look who’s trying stuff“ and walked away. This made me fucking angry, count the fuck on that. I went to her and I said „look, bitch, if you talk to me for thirty minutes, I have the right to grab your genitals“. She walked away. I was confused.

                 It was a wrong female to run into. That is always proved by failing to do things to her.