|Emily AC: Multi-Talented Comedian||
So... I'm already freaking out. This is the first stage...
I go through the shit I think I have to deal with that I can't
First up on that list is rapists. How do I deal with rapists sober? Because when I'm high... they've all survived,completely unscathed.
YES... I feel like I'm a serious danger to idiot rapists...
I LAUGH IN THEIR FACES IN FRONT OF THEM!!! I do this to make them angrier so they're more likely to try and attack me. I've been attacked from all different angles from my brother when I was a kid...
I figured out all kinds of dastardly ways to get out of his grasp. I've also mind-fuct my brother, on purpose during craziness, to confuse him and rush him over with fear and guilt. I used to get a precious feeling of DELIGHT IN FUCKING WITH MY BROTHER'S HEAD!!!
I still enjoy doing it... because I think my brother is a douchebag... I just don't prompt physical fights, anymore, because we're adults and that's weird, now.
So, YEAH! Without weed in my system... you'd better reckon with this force... because if I feel like getting the upper hand in a confrontation with some asshole (no matter how big) I FUCKING WILL AND I WILL FUCKING WIN IT!!! (BECAUSE I ALWAYS DO!!!)
so... then I'm like... creativity??? where will it go??? It's not make-believe about the rapists if I keep meeting up with these fuckers... EVEN IN MY GARAGE (when, again, I'm minding my own business having a damn cigarette not bothering anything).
Nope... no more creativity... just rapists... wherever they are, if I walk by, I'm going to have to listen to these idiots!
"You don't understand a man's soul..." said one dude that got in my face...
Well... men never discuss their "souls..." they only discuss their dicks. They commonly say that their dicks have more prevalence over their brains... This is what they tell me...
Men have also told me that they are compelled to sexual thoughts even when they want to think about other things. Like they are confined to a certain train of thought when I'm around.
This seems to be confirmed thanks to stand up.
Here is the set of 90% of the comedians I've ever seen on stage:
"Rape, rape, rapety-rape..." *dude is leering at me and playing with the mic stand whilst licking his lips... I show disdain* "Dirty, raunchy, sex... pussy, pussy, pussy, I love it!" *still staring at me* "I have latent homosexual tendencies that I'm confused about..." *looking at some dudes, finally* "I don't have any friends and I don't understand why I can't get laid." *flashing a challenge my way*
And it's like... you can't get laid because you're a horrible human being!!! It's got nothing to do with your parents, anymore! It's all on you, now!
Think about it: did your parents teach you anything about sex? Then it shouldn't be a surprise that their influence hasn't helped your sex life! Duh.
I knew my mom was a mean bitch for no reason by the time I hit middle school. So... when the dudes came flocking in highschool... I didn't give one iota of a shit when it came time to make out! That was for me... Not my mommy!
My dad said to bring the guys around and he would tell me if they were safe. Dad was wrong twice about the worst kind of dudes. So... relying on the opinion's of my parents for a mate, I knew was just stupid. I was like, "This is my dude and I got my reasons."
Well... my parents don't exactly enjoy each other's company and neither one knows how to fix the broken love or how to get out of the couplehood they've known for so many years. Yes, sexless. They don't love each other, anymore.
Yep, yep... once you're an adult... your shit is all yours. You have to find strategies to cope.
Weed calms me down. Angry people, the world over, say this, too! It's not just me. Dusty Smith said, "...weed makes people happy..." It's more like... it lessens your anger when you've hit a certain point.
Depression likes to rule my world when I'm not chemically balanced... but I learned my mother's techniques too well and I've learned my own tricks that are far scarier than hers are and that's why she's afraid of me. She won't talk to me on the phone because I screw with her head too much (trying to get her to go to a shrink). So... it's safe to say I have severe psychopathic tendencies... No... not moderate.
Why not moderate???
Because... I can turn like a light (severely psycho) into a huge fit, I fantasize about murder almost daily (had a break for a few days, that was nice), just only rapists/pedophiles, I already have my legal defense... I don't see it as wrong when I'm constantly being attacked. Maybe if I had some massive court case about how I killed an attacker using one finger to paralyze with pain, and the other hand to very slowly strangle, dudes might think twice about trying to get up in this!!!
So, yeah, totally psycho in that respect. Like... the time is now...
WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU PUTTING THIS ONLINE, WEIRDO???
...A couple of reasons.
1) a cry for help. Anyone have any rage reducing strategies???
2) personal defense... if I have all this shit online, I'M FORCED TO KEEP THE DUDE ALIVE!!! I simply MUST only hurt/scare him, now. Anything else would put me in lock up.
3) PEOPLE DON'T GET THAT WOMEN ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER, EVERY FUCKING DAY!!!
PEOPLE DON'T GET OR DON'T CARE that some women are constant targets by rapists. Instead, they make jokes about it... either to ease their minds or it's because they constantly fantasize about rape. Rape jokes are BAD FOR HUMANITY...
What worse, though??? Women like me that talk about what they have to deal with...
...PEOPLE TEAR THEM DOWN AND CALL THEM WHORES!!! THEY ARE CALLED PARANOID!!! THEY ARE TOLD THEY SHOULD ACTUALLY LIKE THAT KIND OF ATTENTION!!!
They also call them: "angry feminists..." like being an angry feminist is bad. Being a female supremecist is bad. But that's not what a feminist is. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!
SOOOO.... yeah... basically... I don't really want to murder... but I know that I would be very satisfied by killing a rapist... and if I got caught... I would go publicity NUTS!!!
Books, shows, whatever the fuck I could do to explain what drove me to it... A married mother that loves her husband and children and kitty-cat, with a bright future ahead of her, that loves babies and flowers and rainbows and shit... went nuts because of the constant threat of rape!!!
No... it was not like this back home. It happened when I got happy... for realz... One dude tried to rape me a little before I got totally happy. It was fine... he still ran away scared. Killed my buzz, tho.
Is there anything else worrying me??? People not adopting any world peace plan (you can use someone else's, so long as we reach world peace, I don't care, really).
But we'll just use mine for now :)