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Fear
What must it be like to live in abject fear?
Not the everyday variety. Life is hard, and we’re all scared, to some degree. Sickness, death, birth, life…the mysteries of existence. These things have torn at the psyche of great (and lesser) men since time began.
Fear itself is not new.
What I’m talking about is a different kind of fear. One that keeps you from enjoying vacations because you might get beaten up by internet strangers. One that causes you to flee the country you were born in. One that pushes you into deluding your fans into thinking you aren't an international fugitive fleeing from the law.
All because, at your core, you are a scared, fat man who’s simply afraid to be trolled.
You’ve never had any real morals your whole life. You’re proud of that, even! Or, so you say. In reality, you are a scared child praying, hoping, wishing that you could escape your just rewards. You’ll do anything, suck off any one, to avoid it. You simply can’t live as you have portrayed yourself. It’s too much! You cry about it in text messages, you whine to your horse-faced eternal fiancé….but deep down, you know this is what you signed up for.
And you can’t fucking stand it.
You entire life is humiliation. You duck and dive and do whatever you possibly can to avoid the piper getting paid. You put your own family at risk. You do anything, anything at all, to avoid simply owning up to your deeds. You have no core whatsoever, and what you do claim as personality traits are simply the results of substance abuse.
Most people would see this as a hellish existence…because it is.
There are mistakes I have made, to be sure. But I could never, and would never, live like a fucking bitch. Scared to leave my house…scared to remain in my own home country, where I was born and raised…scared of fucking VICKERS…scared of anything and everything.
It’s all terror to you when the microphone is off.
We all know it, too. It’s very easy to see a scared fat man, coughing up black blood in between shouting matches that sounded like pathetic manbaby tantrums 2 years ago, much less now.
I literally would have rather faced the consequences of my actions than live like a fucking coward, if you can even call what I described above as “living.”
Some people are fine with the delusions. They are comforted by them, even. I understand! I, too, used to love the thought of Santa Claus, or the Easter Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy. But there comes a time when childish delusions about a childish loser must come to an end.
It’s the natural course of life, you see.
Well, if you actually live life. If you live like a scared, bitch-made fat man…well, maybe you continue on in your delusions.
I won’t hold it against you!
The "Ralphamale" has shit taste in clothes, he has no contact with his firstborn son, and he lives in a concrete shitbox in Mexico (allegedly).
Maybe, in another life, he wasn’t such a pussy.
What must it be like to live in abject fear?
Not the everyday variety. Life is hard, and we’re all scared, to some degree. Sickness, death, birth, life…the mysteries of existence. These things have torn at the psyche of great (and lesser) men since time began.
Fear itself is not new.
What I’m talking about is a different kind of fear. One that keeps you from enjoying vacations because you might get beaten up by internet strangers. One that causes you to flee the country you were born in. One that pushes you into deluding your fans into thinking you aren't an international fugitive fleeing from the law.
All because, at your core, you are a scared, fat man who’s simply afraid to be trolled.
You’ve never had any real morals your whole life. You’re proud of that, even! Or, so you say. In reality, you are a scared child praying, hoping, wishing that you could escape your just rewards. You’ll do anything, suck off any one, to avoid it. You simply can’t live as you have portrayed yourself. It’s too much! You cry about it in text messages, you whine to your horse-faced eternal fiancé….but deep down, you know this is what you signed up for.
And you can’t fucking stand it.
You entire life is humiliation. You duck and dive and do whatever you possibly can to avoid the piper getting paid. You put your own family at risk. You do anything, anything at all, to avoid simply owning up to your deeds. You have no core whatsoever, and what you do claim as personality traits are simply the results of substance abuse.
Most people would see this as a hellish existence…because it is.
There are mistakes I have made, to be sure. But I could never, and would never, live like a fucking bitch. Scared to leave my house…scared to remain in my own home country, where I was born and raised…scared of fucking VICKERS…scared of anything and everything.
It’s all terror to you when the microphone is off.
We all know it, too. It’s very easy to see a scared fat man, coughing up black blood in between shouting matches that sounded like pathetic manbaby tantrums 2 years ago, much less now.
I literally would have rather faced the consequences of my actions than live like a fucking coward, if you can even call what I described above as “living.”
Some people are fine with the delusions. They are comforted by them, even. I understand! I, too, used to love the thought of Santa Claus, or the Easter Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy. But there comes a time when childish delusions about a childish loser must come to an end.
It’s the natural course of life, you see.
Well, if you actually live life. If you live like a scared, bitch-made fat man…well, maybe you continue on in your delusions.
I won’t hold it against you!
The "Ralphamale" has shit taste in clothes, he has no contact with his firstborn son, and he lives in a concrete shitbox in Mexico (allegedly).
Maybe, in another life, he wasn’t such a pussy.
I almost didn't bother posting this because you don't have to change much for it to talk about Ralph. That article was obviously projection when it was posted, but boy with the benefit of hindsight it really was just Ralph talking about himself.
