pussytaker
05-03-2012, 06:10 AM
Impatience
I can not do it. I cannot sit through an entire porn session. I watch the resource for one thing, to get hard and to get off. And after I get off, I crash and sleep like a baby. And there is no woman lying next to me pouting, sighing, or planning my swift demise. There never was. There never has been. There never will be.
I am no longer fighting this. I no longer think it is wrong. I am a virgin, the rules and forms of sexual enrichment do not apply to me. I do not have to study a porn to imagine my frigid wife deep throating me. Porn has never been to enhance my sexual experiences, since porn is the only true sexual outlet for committed virgins, porn is the mechanism used for release. I can't relate to the stories of porn, the plots, the reality. For I do not live in reality. I while away most of my time doing one of two things – collecting porn through downloads or killing things in games. It could be the legions of the Burning Hells in Diablo 2, the mutants in Fallout 2, the monsters in the Forgotten Realms. Interestingly enough to note, when I am really worked up, either collecting porn or hacking apart virtual foes, my cock hardens.
Well that is not the only things I do with a computer – but they do take a large part of my time. I have nothing but time. No job, no money, no car, no concerns, no girl, no apartment. I get by though. By the good Lord's blessing I survive. My life, the way it has played out has assumed a structure where most of the basics are covered regardless of my efforts. Or lack of them. I am not going to enlighten you on how that is. With 22 million people out of work here, those structures are popping up everywhere. I just enjoyed them much earlier, and I still enjoy them now.
Where was I? Oh yes. I have given up. I no longer care that a large part of what I collect will never be seen. I get it for what I WANT to see. It is so easy. So simple. So disposable. Don't these sluts know what they are losing when they get in this business? Owning them, downloading them, collecting them – it is like I am sucking out their souls. Talk about an addiction. But sluts are stupid. Their bodies are exploited and sold at prices much cheaper than what is inside them. Their potential, their self respect, their integrity – all are sacrificed quickly, without a thought. As if any of these bubbleheads HAD a thought when a wad of cash is waved under their nose.
Ah well. Their folly is my joy. Without stupid sluts there would be no porn. Without porn there would be no virgins. Without virgins the world would become so heavy and toxified with baby shit that it would drop and not stop dropping until it smacked into the depths of hell. The deeper depths – look around, we are deep in hell already.
But because of their stupidity, you can be with them when they shed clothes and grab cock. No it is not my cock. And I was never jealous of that – I AM GRATEFUL. Why? In a word – disease. It looks awesome and fun – but with all I have seen I am not eager to do it myself. Ever. I have no desire. The risk outweighs the reward. Remember, you can DIE doing this shit. I value my life too highly. I value purity too highly. I believe I am a superior being because it is not just resistance with me. Resistance means you could be worn down, and eventually give in. Sluts do not have that hope with me. I will not be worn down. I will not give in. I will not surrender. All that turns me on, all that causes my cum to flow – chiefly – is the brutalization and degradation of women. I feed off of it. It fuels my hatred, an eternal fire. It warms me. Every day that goes by I get stronger. Every day sluts know nothing and care nothing and never try is another victory for me. Every day I come closer to the grave. Death is my only mistress, the love of country, Patriotism, Lady Liberty, my only wife. The sluts of the flesh cannot compete. The could never compete.
I am not saying they should try. I just put this out there. There is one male who will never fall, who will die alone and be proud he did. Hell, bitches. I have laid my hands on my CATS more times than I will ever touch you. Petting stupid bitch. Rape is my fetish here, not beastiality. Stupid slut.
So I am impatient. It will never be a fatal flaw. I won't ever become a real threat to sluts. Only a real threat to romance. But I like where I stand, and I will continue. Unlike sluts who will spread their legs for anything and expect to get everything. The world bends over backwards for sluts. But I never will. I never have. All I have is my hatred.
Sexist? No bitch. My hatred, my fury, my loathing of your entire species can not be characterized in one word, one language, one label. It is universal, eternal. It is a blade that cuts through all bullshit. You only have one use for me – the role of the helpless crying rape victim. Not a mother. Not a nurse, or confidant or teacher or any respectable job. You exist to get fucked and fucked over. I relish it. I am a sick fuck. You should expect nothing less. Nothing less in fact, from any man. For deep in the darkest, most foul corners of the male mind – lurks the animalistic brute that takes all, rapes all, and asks no questions and has no considerations. An untamed beast whose only goals are survival and conquest. And if he chooses to conquer you, you do not have the hope to resist or escape. He is stronger, he is madder, he is wilder. Look in his soulless black eyes and know true horror. Lie still and quiet, and let the beast do his work. Irritate the beast, and like the wild beasts of the field, he can choose to rip you apart.
Ah, but you need not worry about that now. Civilization has come, modern times have come, and with them the modern man. The ideal slave to sweat and haul for you, while you take all his money and spend it on things you already have far too much of. Do you wonder if the wild beast can return? Or is it tamed, repressed, shackled? You are fooling yourself. The males resent you. And all males love violent portrayals of sex, dominant, the woman taking more cock than she can possibly swallow – and this is not always a rape fantasy. You feminist sluts are trying to get women friendly porn recognized. Stupid bitches. The only women friendly porn is girl on girl, and guess what? Guys love that shit. What would women friendly porn even look like? The meek emasculated wimp edging each millimeter of his cock with infinitesimal slowness and care in the bitch? Probably whimpering every minute – Does it hurt? If it hurts I will stop. My only consideration is you enjoy this. No bitch. This will never work. Be happy that the dark urges usually only focus themselves in the rapists and killers, and not your hubby or your gardener of the month. But all of them have the capability, and you are far too stupid to care – to your detriment. Usually such ignorance can cost you your life, and often does. But sluts never seem to learn. Scum is bad. Stay away from scum. All men are scum. These lock you in a triangle of steel walls with no way out – except to turn the triangle over and color it pink.
Why should I care? I really don't. I am free. Freer than most people could ever dream of being, ever hope of being. Let them be jealous. They can go fuck themselves, and fuck others, and die from fucking in general. I will still be here while they get better acquainted with the worms. Purity is not being a loser. Purity is clean, efficient, healthy and economical. It may not be your ideal, and it certainly is not for everyone, but it gets too much of a bad reputation – when all it is is an alternative lifestyle choice. In my case – if I was sexually active – with all the rape videos I have seen, and as big as I am (over 6 ft) I could really hurt a bitch. As is, I could not be paid to TOUCH one. They are too much fucking trouble.
My explanations and reasonings are at an end. I am a collector and extractor, not a porn time sink. I get what I want out of porn, use it and it is always ready for next time. No women used in such a way will hang around as long as porn does. I need no bitch to be happy or get off. I have the Internet. I have the world. And it has never cared if I am patient or not. It is an internal struggle, and now it is over. I am fine. I care not anymore. I do not think this ever overly concerned me. I might change later, and try to get the entire bang for my buck. Who knows.
PUSSYTAKER
I can not do it. I cannot sit through an entire porn session. I watch the resource for one thing, to get hard and to get off. And after I get off, I crash and sleep like a baby. And there is no woman lying next to me pouting, sighing, or planning my swift demise. There never was. There never has been. There never will be.
I am no longer fighting this. I no longer think it is wrong. I am a virgin, the rules and forms of sexual enrichment do not apply to me. I do not have to study a porn to imagine my frigid wife deep throating me. Porn has never been to enhance my sexual experiences, since porn is the only true sexual outlet for committed virgins, porn is the mechanism used for release. I can't relate to the stories of porn, the plots, the reality. For I do not live in reality. I while away most of my time doing one of two things – collecting porn through downloads or killing things in games. It could be the legions of the Burning Hells in Diablo 2, the mutants in Fallout 2, the monsters in the Forgotten Realms. Interestingly enough to note, when I am really worked up, either collecting porn or hacking apart virtual foes, my cock hardens.
Well that is not the only things I do with a computer – but they do take a large part of my time. I have nothing but time. No job, no money, no car, no concerns, no girl, no apartment. I get by though. By the good Lord's blessing I survive. My life, the way it has played out has assumed a structure where most of the basics are covered regardless of my efforts. Or lack of them. I am not going to enlighten you on how that is. With 22 million people out of work here, those structures are popping up everywhere. I just enjoyed them much earlier, and I still enjoy them now.
Where was I? Oh yes. I have given up. I no longer care that a large part of what I collect will never be seen. I get it for what I WANT to see. It is so easy. So simple. So disposable. Don't these sluts know what they are losing when they get in this business? Owning them, downloading them, collecting them – it is like I am sucking out their souls. Talk about an addiction. But sluts are stupid. Their bodies are exploited and sold at prices much cheaper than what is inside them. Their potential, their self respect, their integrity – all are sacrificed quickly, without a thought. As if any of these bubbleheads HAD a thought when a wad of cash is waved under their nose.
Ah well. Their folly is my joy. Without stupid sluts there would be no porn. Without porn there would be no virgins. Without virgins the world would become so heavy and toxified with baby shit that it would drop and not stop dropping until it smacked into the depths of hell. The deeper depths – look around, we are deep in hell already.
But because of their stupidity, you can be with them when they shed clothes and grab cock. No it is not my cock. And I was never jealous of that – I AM GRATEFUL. Why? In a word – disease. It looks awesome and fun – but with all I have seen I am not eager to do it myself. Ever. I have no desire. The risk outweighs the reward. Remember, you can DIE doing this shit. I value my life too highly. I value purity too highly. I believe I am a superior being because it is not just resistance with me. Resistance means you could be worn down, and eventually give in. Sluts do not have that hope with me. I will not be worn down. I will not give in. I will not surrender. All that turns me on, all that causes my cum to flow – chiefly – is the brutalization and degradation of women. I feed off of it. It fuels my hatred, an eternal fire. It warms me. Every day that goes by I get stronger. Every day sluts know nothing and care nothing and never try is another victory for me. Every day I come closer to the grave. Death is my only mistress, the love of country, Patriotism, Lady Liberty, my only wife. The sluts of the flesh cannot compete. The could never compete.
I am not saying they should try. I just put this out there. There is one male who will never fall, who will die alone and be proud he did. Hell, bitches. I have laid my hands on my CATS more times than I will ever touch you. Petting stupid bitch. Rape is my fetish here, not beastiality. Stupid slut.
So I am impatient. It will never be a fatal flaw. I won't ever become a real threat to sluts. Only a real threat to romance. But I like where I stand, and I will continue. Unlike sluts who will spread their legs for anything and expect to get everything. The world bends over backwards for sluts. But I never will. I never have. All I have is my hatred.
Sexist? No bitch. My hatred, my fury, my loathing of your entire species can not be characterized in one word, one language, one label. It is universal, eternal. It is a blade that cuts through all bullshit. You only have one use for me – the role of the helpless crying rape victim. Not a mother. Not a nurse, or confidant or teacher or any respectable job. You exist to get fucked and fucked over. I relish it. I am a sick fuck. You should expect nothing less. Nothing less in fact, from any man. For deep in the darkest, most foul corners of the male mind – lurks the animalistic brute that takes all, rapes all, and asks no questions and has no considerations. An untamed beast whose only goals are survival and conquest. And if he chooses to conquer you, you do not have the hope to resist or escape. He is stronger, he is madder, he is wilder. Look in his soulless black eyes and know true horror. Lie still and quiet, and let the beast do his work. Irritate the beast, and like the wild beasts of the field, he can choose to rip you apart.
Ah, but you need not worry about that now. Civilization has come, modern times have come, and with them the modern man. The ideal slave to sweat and haul for you, while you take all his money and spend it on things you already have far too much of. Do you wonder if the wild beast can return? Or is it tamed, repressed, shackled? You are fooling yourself. The males resent you. And all males love violent portrayals of sex, dominant, the woman taking more cock than she can possibly swallow – and this is not always a rape fantasy. You feminist sluts are trying to get women friendly porn recognized. Stupid bitches. The only women friendly porn is girl on girl, and guess what? Guys love that shit. What would women friendly porn even look like? The meek emasculated wimp edging each millimeter of his cock with infinitesimal slowness and care in the bitch? Probably whimpering every minute – Does it hurt? If it hurts I will stop. My only consideration is you enjoy this. No bitch. This will never work. Be happy that the dark urges usually only focus themselves in the rapists and killers, and not your hubby or your gardener of the month. But all of them have the capability, and you are far too stupid to care – to your detriment. Usually such ignorance can cost you your life, and often does. But sluts never seem to learn. Scum is bad. Stay away from scum. All men are scum. These lock you in a triangle of steel walls with no way out – except to turn the triangle over and color it pink.
Why should I care? I really don't. I am free. Freer than most people could ever dream of being, ever hope of being. Let them be jealous. They can go fuck themselves, and fuck others, and die from fucking in general. I will still be here while they get better acquainted with the worms. Purity is not being a loser. Purity is clean, efficient, healthy and economical. It may not be your ideal, and it certainly is not for everyone, but it gets too much of a bad reputation – when all it is is an alternative lifestyle choice. In my case – if I was sexually active – with all the rape videos I have seen, and as big as I am (over 6 ft) I could really hurt a bitch. As is, I could not be paid to TOUCH one. They are too much fucking trouble.
My explanations and reasonings are at an end. I am a collector and extractor, not a porn time sink. I get what I want out of porn, use it and it is always ready for next time. No women used in such a way will hang around as long as porn does. I need no bitch to be happy or get off. I have the Internet. I have the world. And it has never cared if I am patient or not. It is an internal struggle, and now it is over. I am fine. I care not anymore. I do not think this ever overly concerned me. I might change later, and try to get the entire bang for my buck. Who knows.
PUSSYTAKER