PostSecret Poison #8

I'm going to take a few weeks off to relax and think once more. At the moment everything feels stale and shallow, and my writing reflects that.

Enjoy the latest PostSecret lunacy, a slice from the inside of people's secret life.

Antidepressants, no wonder she feels "empowered".

Proof still required.

A moment of clarity about a Worthless™ career.

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Eat, Prey, Fuck?

How many of yours were read?

Failed celebrity attempt.

Ditto.

"Limited rights" my ass. Stupid bastard.

Tits. 'Nuff said.

A new twist on women's theft and shoplifting.

Wonder where she's gone looking - the local sluttery?

Back when the playmates weren't tattooed, drug-using lesbians. Still pretty-much worthless though.

"I coulda been a contenda."

Want some blue cheese to go with that sour whine?

PostSecret Poison #8

Once more into the cesspool dear friends, once more into the cesspool (apologies to Lawrence of Arabia):

I can't figure if a guy pining for the wife, or a girl pining for the husband. Either way, someone has unresolved issues. AKA is fucked in the head/emotions pretty damn bad.

Drug money, stripper money, whore money - alla same and all destructive.

Sand-crotch spinster.

Creepy cutters.

This is why you fail, woman.

Lap up that fuckin' pap psychology.

My fists are itching. Why are my fists itching?

The milk of Christian kindness is rancid in this one.

A woman in lust. Not uncommon.

Another creepy cutter.

A typical woman's complaining. Easier to whine and wait for some moron to sweep her off her feet, than to go do something herself.

That is one creepy-ass picture.

More pap psychology for someone filled with the rancid milk of Christian kindness.

Alpha widow or zeta male?

Men (or boys) are disposable and need not apply.

Too late, you already wasted your life on a stupid and pretentious degree. Just as Worthless™ as you and your life will be from now until death.

Pretend fantasies or pretend submission? Go read My Secret Garden and keep on submitting.

And women never cry rape? Like the Boy Who (Never) Cried Wolf?

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PostSecret Poison #7

This week's theme: "life is stranger than the weirdest fiction". Let's begin.

Though if men weren't constrained by society there'd be fucking in the streets.

MGTOW. You are only "broken" in the eyes of the herd, who have their own comeuppance coming down the line.

As Uncle Bob has said: "Women want license."

Wild guess, you broke up with your hubby and your man in the wings suddenly didn't want you no more?

There are better-looking girls to have lesbian fantasies about.

Hairpiece, schmairpiece.

Road-whore.

Suspicious mind some girls have. Yeah I'm picking it's a girl. Men aren't generally this nasty-pathetic-aggressive.

I can't quite tell if this is someone pining for a life they failed to aim for. Or a secret Internet fatty.

Trust me. It's always the boobs. Even in women's minds.

Typical. Creepy. Fetishist.

Single mommy's child.

You're very forgettable.

This is news?

Eat-Prey-Fuck.

Because as a society we are all that screwed up socially and emotionally.

A good dose of "get over it" is needed here. Or you could, you know, divorce your bitch and shack up with her sister. Or just have her sister as a bit on the side. I mean, there's lots of options.

YAWALT.

Never mind Math being teh hard, even Law is too hard. And not teh glamorous.

Fucktoy pining for the unattainable. Thought-experiment: Would she be so crushed if he was a pretty-boy who was secretly gay - and fantasising about fucking another man?

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