electronpirate
Axe-Master
So, I write. A lot. Thought this might be interesting to our audience:
It’s a contest of wills. I am determined to prevail. You have stared at me with a dark eyeball. Taunting, teasing. Trying to convince me that you have infinite patience to wait out the storm I bring.
But I continue to try. I bring my effort about every 2 hours, and test your resolve. So far, you have proven resilient. I actually applaud you while I wait for our next tilt.
But I have a solution. A ‘fix all’ that will bring succor and success. My pride will not allow this. We need to meet on the battlefield, and I must be victorious.
Thank you, little dot of shit inside my toilet, for giving me purpose. We are defined by our enemies…and you have proven…worthy.
It’s a contest of wills. I am determined to prevail. You have stared at me with a dark eyeball. Taunting, teasing. Trying to convince me that you have infinite patience to wait out the storm I bring.
But I continue to try. I bring my effort about every 2 hours, and test your resolve. So far, you have proven resilient. I actually applaud you while I wait for our next tilt.
But I have a solution. A ‘fix all’ that will bring succor and success. My pride will not allow this. We need to meet on the battlefield, and I must be victorious.
Thank you, little dot of shit inside my toilet, for giving me purpose. We are defined by our enemies…and you have proven…worthy.