It’s Over Between Us

22 Feb
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photo by Terry Lucas, via flickr creative commons

It’s over between us, she says. She’s mad about this thing again. Where are the girls who don’t dredge up old shit. Just because it’s time; you haven’t fucked up in a while. Girls who don’t make you prove it. Girls want you to love them but not so much it’s clear they can do better. Listen: I love you, cunt. Leave it alone.

I’m tainted by the the manosphere. I think it’s a “shit test.” My internet peers hate women but just want a wife and kids. You stay home I go work. Saturday I cut grass in the cul de sac while you occupy yourself with weaving. But women work now. Jobs pay half as much. We have the same money but the work just multiplied. And besides you’re fat and you hate me so I might as well just jerk off into other people till I’m dead. A bad belief system but what else is there.

Meanwhile girls ask where are all the good men. Smart funny stable tall handsome rich men with no ex wives and kids. Well where are the big tits big ass perfect teeth child’s face Asians. The ones who turned 18 today and aren’t already a side piece for Vincent Gallo or Devendra fucking Banhart. Where are the girls who play chess at strong expert level. Any level. Where are the girls who identify hummingbirds based on a vermillion versus magenta gorget. Its neck’s 3/8ths of an inch thick and she can tell watching it drink from my neighbor’s hyacinth at 20 feet. Or at least, where is the girl who thinks anything. About any topic. She was it. It’s over between us.

Well good luck out there, numbnuts. I don’t need you. I’m a 40 year old male secretary and I go to bed at 9PM and I still shred two new pieces of ass a month. Inner life is sadness, dreading the morning, scrutinizing my widows peak; watch my eyeballs turn permanently red like I’ve always just had an airbag deploy in my face. Giant scrotum; weird bulky potato nuts. Dick a shriveled blue acorn at temperatures below one hundred eight degrees. While my nuts expand, expand, seething and squirming like a gypsy moth tent in the trees.

Face coming to resemble a bad Halloween mask, body unmistakably dying and it wasn’t much to begin with. I consider myself smart but at this age smart better mean money. A professorship. Something cool a girl can tell her parents and her cunt friends. Anyway I still shred pussy so you better keep your ass in check. Don’t make waves; I’m not afraid of the punks you date in Texas. See if they can write three paragraphs about the skin of their balls at 6:30 on a Monday morning. Cut it down and down. See if they keep you interested with something that’s not money. They talk about football. They wear white tube socks. They are white tube socks.

I can take you or leave you. Made peace with my genes being extinguished. Dying alone. Living at fifty, sixty in this same – I was going to say squalid apartment but there are flowers in the park. Good neighbors. Redtails, goshawks, owls, a kestrel. Many hummingbirds. Woodpeckers thrushes robins blue jays; mockingbirds, of course, but also still song sparrows. An unkindness of ravens who have words. Butterflies, gophers, fat underage Mexican teen cunt cracks in yoga pants. All this when merely the clouds would be enough.

I’ll never get married. Never have children. I’ll suffer and die alone and I’ve made peace with this so go fuck yourself with it’s over between us. You emotional terrorist. It’s over between me and the fucking planet. I love you baby but don’t push me. What holds people together anymore. All I can do is tell you take a fucking walk. I’ll fuck a hummingbird.

27 Responses to “It’s Over Between Us”

  1. Nikolai Vladivostok February 23, 2016 at 2:48 am #

    Girls always want to marry me and have my fair-skinned babies but even the thought of going away with them for the weekend makes me want to sneak off, climb up a tree and stay there.
    You’re the one employed guy over 30 who actually wants to get married and have kids, and you get no takers.
    Maybe you could get another cat.

  2. killtoparty February 23, 2016 at 3:05 am #

    >I’m tainted by the the manosphere

    I think about this a lot when I’m alone at night. I think about if this was all worth it. I don’t think I could love a girl the same way I loved my high school girlfriend. We probably were supposed to get married. People are supposed to get married young. The tingling feeling of root beer on your brain when you look into her eyes isn’t actually for you, nature doesn’t care about your user experience. It’s so you stick around after you knock her up. It’s so you pass on your robust teenage DNA. Those feelings dissipate naturally as the years go by, and the Manosphere is there to make sure you know it was all bullshit anyway.

    She only ever liked you because someone better wasn’t there to like her. Now you know. Would you rather clap wildly as Rip disposes of Zeus while everyone stares, or do you want someone to pull you aside and say, “kid, it’s just a movie”?

    And you look at your married blue pill friends who never heard of this shit. Happy beta-providers. Hey, whoa, she’s the boss, I’m just an asshole. You can tell she resents him. She hates her life. The guy she gave a quick dorm room blow job to in college would have made for a better husband. She should have kept him around. Instead she’s stuck with your dipshit friend.

    You don’t want that, but do you want to be up early trying to write for your silly blog when you notice your favorite cam girl is on, surely on a coke binge, and you think about getting off before work because it’s just so hard to catch her when you’re clearly on different schedules?

  3. John smith February 23, 2016 at 3:41 am #

    Digesting the Red Pill is the most difficult thing a man will ever do. Everyone is not cut out for it. The awful realization that everything you were taught to believe and hold dear is a lie of cosmic proportion is devastating. Keep venting and eventually the anger will dissipate and lead you to the garden of peaceful acceptance where hummingbirds sip the nectar of truth outside your kitchen window. Stay strong and know that the truths you are discovering will set you free. Coffee smells really good.

  4. Lee Holloway February 23, 2016 at 10:51 am #

    “they are white tube socks”

    best writer.

  5. antonella February 23, 2016 at 3:19 pm #

    Stop using condoms and you’ll be a father soon enough.

    • Lee Holloway February 23, 2016 at 3:36 pm #

      hahaha stop using them? he never started.

  6. BEN February 24, 2016 at 5:33 pm #


    • Atlanta Man February 24, 2016 at 5:41 pm #

      Wrong, Asian chicks have the tightest pussy. I am black so white pussy for me is like Asian pussy for white dudes.

      I leave for 10 days and DT turns 40, and then has it out with Angela in an epic post. I missed you commenters and this blog.

      • Lee Holloway February 24, 2016 at 6:00 pm #

        atlanta man, i ALWAYS miss you

      • jewdy garland-testa February 24, 2016 at 9:12 pm #

        I missed you most of all, atlanta man.

      • BEN February 26, 2016 at 1:57 pm #


      • Atlanta Man February 26, 2016 at 2:13 pm #

        I love you Ben, I love you Lee, I love you anal truma, I love you KTP, and Nikiolai and my eternal love DT (and Angela, if you come back to DT, I will love you too. Lee I want to throat fuck you, with love. But seriously Lee I want to fuck you, no BDSM just really aggressive sex that leaves marks….marks of love.

      • Lee Holloway February 27, 2016 at 8:07 pm #

        yes please

      • Light Candles at 5:25 PM EST February 26, 2016 at 2:15 pm #

        Oy vey, you two with the yelling

      • Bich Break February 27, 2016 at 2:09 pm #

        Sorry Ben, not ultra-intelligent or erudite. Enough to fool the mediocres perhaps, but he writes at an undergrad level. Fortunately for some, such a mulatto is like glacier runoff to a graduate admissions committee lying parched and burnt on the dunes of superior, legitimate candidates, ever crawling and reaching towards the mirage of the talented tenth. Talented 1/100,000th? With a bell curve that peaks so far behind, the curve spreads to a micro-film as it approaches the range of ultra, a timid beach breaker consumed by the boiling froth of rogue waves, as if trampled by a million white horses.

      • Results of the Food Fight : February 27, 2016 at 6:39 pm #

        atlanta man : hurls BBQ ribs & sprays mountain dew.
        ALL CAPS BEN : flings combo #13 with white rice.
        bich break : shakes up & cracks open a walmart Birch Beer, throws
        lee : innocent bystander who gets caught by an errant chopstick
        rabbi shofar schlomoyelberg : cleans it all up because OY such waste

      • Lee Holloway February 27, 2016 at 8:08 pm #

        what an end for me

  7. InternetBro February 24, 2016 at 8:59 pm #

    Sure it wasn’t cuz you run a website showcasing your “insatiable”desire to have sex with Asian children? (Who you also compare to chimpanzees?)

    That you whine about wanting to have kids even knowing that, given the uncontrollable nature of internet content, that your face and biographical data is forever linked with these postings and thus your future children would inevitably encounter them and be deeply traumatized?

    • Char D'onnay February 24, 2016 at 9:14 pm #

      hush up there, Dr Zaius.

    • Anonymous February 25, 2016 at 7:55 am #

      Asian children are chimpanzees. It’s science.

      • Bolo Yuengling February 25, 2016 at 9:29 am #

        shove an Arisaka
        where you make your ca-ca

  8. Anarcho-Fapitalism February 26, 2016 at 11:14 pm #

    Time for a wank I suppose. There will be others. Cheer up mate. I heard there’s a new dating site called berniesingles dot com. Right up your alley. It’s going viral etc etc.

    • Guillain Barré February 27, 2016 at 8:52 am #

      Zika-Seeka dot com be goin viral too,
      for all you dateless wonders out there.
      Better odds than Tinder imho.
      However, it’s more a regional thing atm

  9. Tatersalad February 27, 2016 at 10:38 pm #

    It sounds like your life is just one giant attempt
    to hang on to some flying debris 30,000 feet in the air.
    Wake up, screaming in terror won’t save you, clinging to
    your shit job won’t save you. Pack your shit up and find
    something better. We’re all falling through the fucking air.
    Each and every one of us is fucked. The clock to impact is
    ticking, every day you have a choice, you know it. Sit in
    complacency and type your aches and pains into a fucking
    blog that hapless self conscious fuckers read, or go find
    something better. Maybe if you fill that existential hole
    with something other than pussy or AA you’ll come out all
    right. for the other 30 years or so haha you old fuck.

    • Mob Barley March 1, 2016 at 12:06 pm #

      You’re not appreciating this man’s life. Shame!


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