You claim to know me? My type? On what grounds? Some bullshit that happened in your past, in your childhood? Get the fuck away from me. How can you claim to know anything about me, when you do not have the ability to know yourself? My suggestion would be for you to reevaluate your life, beliefs, and stigmas from within your past. Once you have made peace with everything and everyone who has ever fucked you up, then I would like for you to go fuck yourself; all the way, a nice, slow, deep, then hard fucking of yourself. I want to watch as you fuck yourself. I like watching dumb, fucking idiots like yourself fuck themselves; it is a secret obsession of mine. It is a lifelong obsession, you might say. I may even videotape it, and add it to my fuck yourself collection. This will keep you busy enough to mind your own business; allowing you to stop thinking you know who and how someone is at first sight. Never judge that in which you know absofuckinglutely nothing about. You do not know shit about anything or anyone, let alone yourself.
Never Judge
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G.G. Kalfas is an American born author and publisher. He is also the noted author of many books, which encompass his experiences within life and death, as these experiences are displayed through the subject matter of his short stories. His intention for writing these books, is to display the importance of philosophy and psychology, as they play an integral part of the development contained within the experience of the human condition. Within his development, G.G. was compelled towards music, poetry, art, philosophy, and psychology. He was also the lead guitarist in a Houston based metal band, as well as the owner of an underground art gallery. He now spends his time writing about the darkness within the human expression, while exploring the hidden knowledge contained within the depths of life, death, and what may or may not exist beyond human consciousness. View all posts by ggkalfas
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