Post by ZELDA on Jun 2, 2013 20:38:19 GMT
ANAL IS THE BEST THING EVER!
There. Now that I have your attention.
Bring the camera in real close.... closer, closer... good.
I have something super serial that I needed to say... Eternity...
...You’re stupid.
also you’re lame.
and smell.
and are ugly.
and are stupid. Wait I already said that, wait why am I still wasting my time on you?
O.M.G. I mean have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? If you haven’t, do so real fast, come back and tell me just how hideous you are and then start asking yourself why would anybody in their right minds pick you over me. I mean seriously girl, lets be honest here, you can’t even begin to pretend that you’re me, I’m so far beyond you that I’ve circled back and passed you another time on the racetrack that is life.I have received more hits on my youtube video blog page then you’ve taken with the ugly stick. Just look at you, my god you’re hideous, like a page out of a horror movie, that’s it. You’re leatherface, ha ha ha.
So anyway, do you think I care about anything you have to say? Really, I mean really do you think that I give a shit about you or what is slowly seeping out of your mouth at an intolerable snail’s pace? If you do for a second... then you’re further off your rocker than I thought you were.
Lets think about this... you’re crazy. We get it. I don’t know how much more of this idiotic death imagery and zany antics I can take before I go all Marylen Monroe and overdose for you. As much as I’m sure you’ll enjoy that since in case we haven’t gotten the hint already, you’re obsessed with death, I’d be a great release for me not to have to ever hear another word come from your head.
Wait wait wait...
Why would I rob the world of such a treasure as myself and leave you there to torment and drive these people all nutso. If you are really so hung up on this idea of death... why don’t you just do us all a favor already and just f***ing kill yourself already? Please? I’ll supply the pills if you want to, wait that’s not dramatic enough... I’ll give you the straight razor and bathtub, just do it quick before anymore innocent people have to suffer through another Eternity promo.
The world needs people like me, the world needs beautiful people... you know what the world doesn’t need, not for one second? People like you. People who are so ridiculous in their outlook on life they just want to make the rest of us normals face palm at the sight of you, make the people like myself who offer something to this world... want to just leave this planet if it meant leaving the people like you behind. Leave you here to rot and fester in the shit hole that you made, in the stink you created, you wallow and have nobody to listen to your desperate pleas for help. It’d be great.
“and the insects will inherit the Earth”
Which is exactly what I hope happens, when the wonderful, amazing, pretty contributors to mankind reach for the Stars, i hope you’re left there on this rotting planet so you can then wish for the joys of death alone, like a little insect existing for no other reason than to gross us out and die away. Like a little disgusting roach, crawling around, scampering about when nobody wants you, when all we want is to have you out of sight, but getting into the flour and ruining the cake.
That’s what you are. A roach.
Disgusting.
Hideous.
Irritating.
Ugly.
Unclean.
Pest.
Stop me when I say something that isn’t true about you. Come on, anytime you want now. See, you can’t, you can’t argue anything I’m saying because you’re just a pale little insect who refuses to get the point that nobody gives a damn about you or the idiotic imagery you’re using to just drive home the point that you’re a tiny bit not there. Yay. Hey, why not stop after one bout of the crazy talk... lets just keep going until it becomes nothing but a bore to listen to.
I know everybody is just going to ignore that though, because with kids who have the brain cells of a retarded monkey, they’re going to see all your dark talk and all your death speeches to mommy as being all edgy and anti-society. I’m sure you’ll get a ton of the Marylin Manson crowd jumping all over you with your lameass mixed up poems and I’m sure you’ll get a ton of people just gushing over the dumb shit you’re saying, but I and the people I care about won’t care and see it for what it is. Over the top antics to try and portray this image you’ve created for yourself in an attempt to gain sympathy from the crowd.
To normal people with functional brains... we’ll see you for what you are...
Not dark, brooding, deep or scary...
but annoying.
This is my opportunity to earn an IWF contract. My chance to reach the stars if you will. You can talk about twinkle, twinkle all you want because I’m not into that dumbass stuff. I’m about results, not imagery. I’m about winning, not trying to desperately freak people out. If you can’t understand that, than there is nothing I can do to help you...
in fact...
There wasn’t going to be anything I would do to help you anyway. I don’t care about you or your past. I don’t care who died and who didn’t in this convoluted origin story of yours. I just care about winning and earning my spot in IWF. This is my time, this is my chance, this is my opportunity and I won’t waste it. I’ll go out there and I will wow IWF with my good looks, my solid wrestling, and my incredible ring presence... then I’ll f*** the brains out of Alex Jones... he’s so effin hot...
My name will be flashing in the lights, the marquee will read Addisyn Starr and you’ll be left in that ring...
Starrstruck.
Without a chance to do anything about it... so how about you go die in a fire... wait.. you’ll enjoy that too much.
[The scene opens up as we see Addisyn Starr backstage at the IWF arena of the week. Her large bodyguard “Tyrone” is with her as she stands in front of a fellow IWF superstar’s dressing room door. She licks her bottom lip as she reaches out and touches the nameplate on the door “Alex Jones”]
Addisyn: This is Tyrone. Ok, hand me the envelope.
Tyrone: What envelope?
[Addisyn turns around and glares at Tyrone in total disbelief. She steps towards him and puts her index finger in the middle of his chest, jabbing him with her fingernail. It looks kinda painful, but Tyrone doens’t budge.]
Addisyn: I told you to do one thing before we left you big oaf! I said make sure and get the envelope off the desk and bring it to the limo! Why can’t you follow one simple order, this is important, I have to give Alex that envelope, and I have to give it to him today before it’s too late!
Tyrone: I’m sorry ma’am. I screwed up. I can rush back and try to get them in time.
Addisyn: No. It won’t be fast enough. Do you have a camera on you?
Tyrone: I believe so, in the limo. Why.. what was in that envelope.
Addisyn: Duh. Naughty pictures of me. Come on Tyrone, get with the times!
[Tyrone face palms.]
Addisyn: Now quickly, go get your camera and lets find someplace to get these things developed in like fifteen minutes or something.
[Addisyn and Tyrone head off into the distance and we briefly fade out.]
-LIKE FIFTEEN MINUTES OR SOMETHING LATER-
[We come back and we’re in the same place, this time Addisyn has a picture in her hand and gives it a quick kiss before slidely it under the door.]
Tyrone: Alex is a married man, you sure you want to do this?
Addisyn: There are two things I’m sure of Tyrone. That Alex Jones will be mine because I’m way hotter than that shelly shank slut ho, and two that I will get an IWF contract... so I can continue my pursuit. Come on lets go.
[Addisyn slides the picture under the door and we fade to black... right after we catch a quick glimpse of the picture, of course it’s censored, but it’s still a glimpse so enjoy.]
There. Now that I have your attention.
Bring the camera in real close.... closer, closer... good.
I have something super serial that I needed to say... Eternity...
...You’re stupid.
also you’re lame.
and smell.
and are ugly.
and are stupid. Wait I already said that, wait why am I still wasting my time on you?
O.M.G. I mean have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? If you haven’t, do so real fast, come back and tell me just how hideous you are and then start asking yourself why would anybody in their right minds pick you over me. I mean seriously girl, lets be honest here, you can’t even begin to pretend that you’re me, I’m so far beyond you that I’ve circled back and passed you another time on the racetrack that is life.I have received more hits on my youtube video blog page then you’ve taken with the ugly stick. Just look at you, my god you’re hideous, like a page out of a horror movie, that’s it. You’re leatherface, ha ha ha.
So anyway, do you think I care about anything you have to say? Really, I mean really do you think that I give a shit about you or what is slowly seeping out of your mouth at an intolerable snail’s pace? If you do for a second... then you’re further off your rocker than I thought you were.
Lets think about this... you’re crazy. We get it. I don’t know how much more of this idiotic death imagery and zany antics I can take before I go all Marylen Monroe and overdose for you. As much as I’m sure you’ll enjoy that since in case we haven’t gotten the hint already, you’re obsessed with death, I’d be a great release for me not to have to ever hear another word come from your head.
Wait wait wait...
Why would I rob the world of such a treasure as myself and leave you there to torment and drive these people all nutso. If you are really so hung up on this idea of death... why don’t you just do us all a favor already and just f***ing kill yourself already? Please? I’ll supply the pills if you want to, wait that’s not dramatic enough... I’ll give you the straight razor and bathtub, just do it quick before anymore innocent people have to suffer through another Eternity promo.
The world needs people like me, the world needs beautiful people... you know what the world doesn’t need, not for one second? People like you. People who are so ridiculous in their outlook on life they just want to make the rest of us normals face palm at the sight of you, make the people like myself who offer something to this world... want to just leave this planet if it meant leaving the people like you behind. Leave you here to rot and fester in the shit hole that you made, in the stink you created, you wallow and have nobody to listen to your desperate pleas for help. It’d be great.
“and the insects will inherit the Earth”
Which is exactly what I hope happens, when the wonderful, amazing, pretty contributors to mankind reach for the Stars, i hope you’re left there on this rotting planet so you can then wish for the joys of death alone, like a little insect existing for no other reason than to gross us out and die away. Like a little disgusting roach, crawling around, scampering about when nobody wants you, when all we want is to have you out of sight, but getting into the flour and ruining the cake.
That’s what you are. A roach.
Disgusting.
Hideous.
Irritating.
Ugly.
Unclean.
Pest.
Stop me when I say something that isn’t true about you. Come on, anytime you want now. See, you can’t, you can’t argue anything I’m saying because you’re just a pale little insect who refuses to get the point that nobody gives a damn about you or the idiotic imagery you’re using to just drive home the point that you’re a tiny bit not there. Yay. Hey, why not stop after one bout of the crazy talk... lets just keep going until it becomes nothing but a bore to listen to.
I know everybody is just going to ignore that though, because with kids who have the brain cells of a retarded monkey, they’re going to see all your dark talk and all your death speeches to mommy as being all edgy and anti-society. I’m sure you’ll get a ton of the Marylin Manson crowd jumping all over you with your lameass mixed up poems and I’m sure you’ll get a ton of people just gushing over the dumb shit you’re saying, but I and the people I care about won’t care and see it for what it is. Over the top antics to try and portray this image you’ve created for yourself in an attempt to gain sympathy from the crowd.
To normal people with functional brains... we’ll see you for what you are...
Not dark, brooding, deep or scary...
but annoying.
This is my opportunity to earn an IWF contract. My chance to reach the stars if you will. You can talk about twinkle, twinkle all you want because I’m not into that dumbass stuff. I’m about results, not imagery. I’m about winning, not trying to desperately freak people out. If you can’t understand that, than there is nothing I can do to help you...
in fact...
There wasn’t going to be anything I would do to help you anyway. I don’t care about you or your past. I don’t care who died and who didn’t in this convoluted origin story of yours. I just care about winning and earning my spot in IWF. This is my time, this is my chance, this is my opportunity and I won’t waste it. I’ll go out there and I will wow IWF with my good looks, my solid wrestling, and my incredible ring presence... then I’ll f*** the brains out of Alex Jones... he’s so effin hot...
My name will be flashing in the lights, the marquee will read Addisyn Starr and you’ll be left in that ring...
Starrstruck.
Without a chance to do anything about it... so how about you go die in a fire... wait.. you’ll enjoy that too much.
[The scene opens up as we see Addisyn Starr backstage at the IWF arena of the week. Her large bodyguard “Tyrone” is with her as she stands in front of a fellow IWF superstar’s dressing room door. She licks her bottom lip as she reaches out and touches the nameplate on the door “Alex Jones”]
Addisyn: This is Tyrone. Ok, hand me the envelope.
Tyrone: What envelope?
[Addisyn turns around and glares at Tyrone in total disbelief. She steps towards him and puts her index finger in the middle of his chest, jabbing him with her fingernail. It looks kinda painful, but Tyrone doens’t budge.]
Addisyn: I told you to do one thing before we left you big oaf! I said make sure and get the envelope off the desk and bring it to the limo! Why can’t you follow one simple order, this is important, I have to give Alex that envelope, and I have to give it to him today before it’s too late!
Tyrone: I’m sorry ma’am. I screwed up. I can rush back and try to get them in time.
Addisyn: No. It won’t be fast enough. Do you have a camera on you?
Tyrone: I believe so, in the limo. Why.. what was in that envelope.
Addisyn: Duh. Naughty pictures of me. Come on Tyrone, get with the times!
[Tyrone face palms.]
Addisyn: Now quickly, go get your camera and lets find someplace to get these things developed in like fifteen minutes or something.
[Addisyn and Tyrone head off into the distance and we briefly fade out.]
-LIKE FIFTEEN MINUTES OR SOMETHING LATER-
[We come back and we’re in the same place, this time Addisyn has a picture in her hand and gives it a quick kiss before slidely it under the door.]
Tyrone: Alex is a married man, you sure you want to do this?
Addisyn: There are two things I’m sure of Tyrone. That Alex Jones will be mine because I’m way hotter than that shelly shank slut ho, and two that I will get an IWF contract... so I can continue my pursuit. Come on lets go.
[Addisyn slides the picture under the door and we fade to black... right after we catch a quick glimpse of the picture, of course it’s censored, but it’s still a glimpse so enjoy.]