Life Deforming: You so crayzay!

Sunday, May 3, 2015

You so crayzay!

Sort of inspired by Darling's post, just far less serious and more hateful...

I'm sick and fucking tired of all of you "Crazy Gurlz" out there. Whenever I see some teenage/twenty-something's profile declaring how "crazy" they and the things they do are, I want to decapitate them with safety scissors... You know exactly the type I'm talking about, I'm sure...

Cr@zyGurl69's profile: I'm so crazy! Me and my whorebag friends are always doing the craziest things! LOL We get stupid tattoos and piercings that don't mean anything, go clubbing and fuck all the boyz that daddy will hate most! My life is sooo crazy! I work a lame ass job with all of my CRAZY ASS COWORKERS! I don't have time for anything because my life is sooo crazy!

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Rei: I want to meet you in a dark parking lot outside of town. We'll get crazy in your Porsche, then I'll bleed all over you. Once you've bathed in my crimson pain, I'll do you and we can be blood relatives and run away. If you leave me, they'll find bits and pieces of you in the deep fryers of 37 fast food restaurants. So how about it? Wanna get crazy?

Rei~

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LacebunMay 3, 2015 at 3:07 PM
Rei doesn't usually let me read her posts as she's writing them, but just watching her write this one was kinda scary! She REALLY hates these people... lol It is true, though! And absolutely hilarious! haha! I promise I won't ever leave you! I don't wanna end up as french fries! :p Love you, sweetie! ♥♥♥ XOXO *Kisses*
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AdraMay 5, 2015 at 12:14 AM
I love you. And this post. And I also fucking hate those people with a passion bordering on religious fervor. Real crazies will fuck your shit up, fakers. And y'know that phrase "cut the crap"? We do that with tree pruning shears. Dipped in poison. And we know where you sleep.
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Reibun~May 5, 2015 at 5:23 PM
*Wears CrazyGurlz head as a hat* Inside The Mind Of A Crazy Gurl, tonight at 8:00!
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Mad As Hell

I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the street, and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be! We all know things are bad -- worse than bad -- they're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials, and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone." Well, I'm not going to leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot. I don't want you to write to your Congressman, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first, you've got to get mad. You've gotta say, "I'm a human being, goddammit! My life has value!" So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell, "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!!" - Howard Beale "Network"