i am – poofter
This motherfucker has a boner for Matthew Good. He comes to my site to fucking bitch me out about dissin’ his shitty sexual fantasy,canadian useless musician, Matthew Good. This motherfucker is trying to get into Matthew Good’s pants by working the wife by being one of her blog friends. I fucking hate bloggers. I hate how useless people in society band together, and think they have a voice, because equally pathetic people are reading their fucking garbage. I don’t appreciate anyone who writes poetry. I don’t like anyone who thinks acting pretentious and sounding smart is cool. I don’t want those kind of people coming here, because they take things too fuck seriously. They think their life is so important and deep, and it depresses me.
I especially don’t need some closet case who hates himself, has never found love, has no self esteem and who lacks enough common sense to understand the humor of this site, coming here harassing me. I don’t like harassment.
He assumes all of you are retarded or 14 year olds who are jerking off to pictures of Lisa Loeb in a thong, meanwhile, this cunt found the site looking for John Cusack in his wet underwear pictures. I know only 80 percent of you are retards, and by retard I mean downs syndrome and cerebral palsy, and I will push you around in your wheelchair anytime.
I also don’t appreciate people with overbearing parents who can’t accept the fact that they like the cock. Or people who drove their own father to an early grave for having a useless cunt of a son. Or people who have crushes on musicians and try to meet their crushes by flirting with the wife of their crush on the internet.
I did a post on Jenny Good, cuz she is hot and I want to see her naked. I didn’t do it to get some loyal suicidal cunt fan of a shitty canadian artist dissing me or my people.
Here’s his myspace profile:
About me:
I am as confused and complex as there is…moody, hmm, maybe…though, at the risk of sounding pretentious, i prefer an adjective more complicated…i don’t want to categorized so easily, that would be death…and breathing and I get along just fine…Who I’d like to meet:
Matthew Good
Here’s his poem:
You’re sitting next to me
The leaves are on the ground
My heart is in your hands
The ticking of the clock
The siren on the street
My heart is in your handsBut all I ever wanted
All I ever really needed
Was just for you to hear me
Just for you to really know me
All I wanted was you to hear me
And all I needed was you to know meMiles and miles of smiles
Promising the world
It’s getting dark down here
We could use a little help
We could use a little spark
Its getting dark down hereBut all I ever wanted
All I ever really needed
Was just for you to hear me
Just for you to really know me
All I wanted was you to hear me
And all I needed was you to know meYou’re sitting next to me
The leaves are on the ground
My heart is in your hands…
Now everyone, laugh at the expense of this fool. But realize I am not the prick here, he drove me to do this by attacking me and what I do, I am nothing but love for the world. I don’t like fights. It’s just a cry for attention from a boy who’s father never gave him enough love. Oh, and he was in the army and he served your country in Iraq and this poofter only joined the army to watch the men in the shower before he was discharged for trying to give one of his general’s a blowjob.
Oh and… I just made you famous, bitch.
