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I’d just like to begin by saying that if you find yourself
reading this and wondering does this include me it probably doesn’t if it did
you'd know it without a doubt. Now with that said I’ll start with the biggest
shit stain of my lifetime. My soon to be ex-wife Pat. You’ve been a lead weight
dragging me down to the bottom of an endless see of misery for the past I don’t
know how many years. I don’t know because I honestly don’t care anymore. The
only good thing that came from whatever we had at one point is my beautiful
son. You can judge me and talk shit all you want but the fact remains I love
those children whether they’re mine or not. The only reason I don’t call is
because I have to listen to your bitch sessions every time I do. Besides that, every
time I hear your voice I look for something sharp to stab my eardrums out so I
don’t have to hear you. It’s so agonizing to hear that ugly ass voice over and
over in my head. I’d rather sit down and run a drill through my own ears than
hear you. As for anyone who thinks I’m wrong for not calling my children you
can go impale yourself because I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks
about me anymore. I’ll call my children when the divorce is final and I’m
stable enough to call consistently and once in awhile. That’ll be soon now that
I don’t have to pulling me down the entire time pat. That’s exactly what you
did the whole time we were together (shudder from the thought).You bitch and
moan that I couldn’t get work and that I was a lazy no good bum. Well you poor
excuse of a meat puppet, the whole time we were married all you did was lay on
the couch and watch TV, read or write. The only time you got up was when I
wasn’t there or I told you to do it yourself. But of course nobody saw that
because when someone came over you ran around like you were mother of the year
or something. When they left you resumed your position on the couch bitching
about back problems that couldn’t even be found by doctors. All you did was lay
around popping pills for pain. Did you ever think just once that maybe it was
because you laid your fat ass on the couch too long and never got any exercise?
If there was record in the Guinness book of world records for the laziest bitch
in the world you’d set the bar pretty high for someone to beat. And all those
time you accused me of cheating on you were bullshit as well. You said I was
cheating on you with Gina, well listen up skank we weren’t dating we were
fucking and I made that perfectly clear from the start. Besides that you
married me afterwards regardless so who’s the dumb one there fuck bag. You also
accused me of cheating on you with Brittany. Well I admit I shouldn’t have told
her I had a crush on her a few years ago but in no way did I try to do anything
with her while we were together, you made that shit up in your head. Sure I
tried to sleep with her after you kicked me out, but after being with you all
that time even a sloppy cunt like that would start to look inviting. Then you
said I cheated on you with Cathy. Well it’s kind of hard to cheat when she’s in
another state. Sure I talked to her and sent pictures and what not, but our
marriage by all rights should’ve ended long before that shit happened. Then on
top of that I find out you had a miscarriage soon after I left because you
numbed your brain so much with those pills that you refused to go get the
corrosion scraped from you from the cancer. For anyone reading this and is
offended, you have the right to stop reading at anytime. The question is do you
have the sense or will to do so. Well Pat the miscarriage wasn’t from me so
that means you were either lying to me or trying to have another child so you
can get more money from the government or you were sneaking off getting you
fields plowed at the same time you were yelling at me for cheating and I never
even slept with anyone. Well I have some information for you. If you got your
shit taken care of in the first place you wouldn’t be walking around with more
corrosion in your undercarriage than the titanic and you might have been able
to pull off one last delivery before your ovaries rotted out from all that shit
in there. So in closing I just want you to know that I’m happier now than I’ve
been in the last 15 years and that when I sleep it’s very peaceful because I
picture you and your family staked out in hell waiting for me to get there so I
can peel off your skin inch by marry fucking inch with a rusty jagged butter
knife dipped in anthrax and battery acid. That said I’d like to move to my next
wrathful victim. I I’ll have to do this more often it’s quite liberating. Amy
you miserable wretch the reason I don’t talk to you anymore isn’t because of
anything but yourself. When your own flesh and blood was going through a
divorce and some hard times you turned on me and sided with the miserable cunt
of an ex-wife of mine from New York. You talked to her about things I confided
in you about because I trusted you. You betrayed my trust and my love for the
only sister I ever had. Well it’s okay because I have someone more than willing
to be there for me when my entire world wants to shit on me. She wasn’t meant
to take your place but she fills your shoes better that you ever did. She truly
does care about me and I love her that much more for it. My angel, Olivia if
you reading this, I love you and thank you for being there for me when I needed
you most. It means the world to me and
I’m sorry for all the stress in your life now because of me. Amy I hope you
enjoy your new sister and all the shit will bring to your life because you no
longer have me as a brother. In a few years when you realize what kind of
person she really is I won’t be around for you to apologize and I won’t forgive
you. Besides I’m all out of forgiveness, all that remains is anger and pity.
You two were made for each other and I truly hope you’re happy together.”And
another one bites the dust”. On to my
next victim of verbal repercussions, my mother lise. To anyone who can relate
to this, I highly suggest you do the same for your enemies and backstabbers.
It’s very nice to put a voice to the thoughts in my head. Lise (that’s my
mother folks) in my time I’ve seen some parents do dumb things, things that
don’t make sense, that are stupid, and among all these I for the life of me
can’t figure out what in God’s name could make you think it’s okay to tell my
ex-wife during our divorce that as a child I was diagnosed with schizophrenia.
What the hell could possibly come of that in term of good? I really want to
know. I’m a self admitted meat head but Jesus Christ Lise what were you thinking.
This is why I don’t call anymore. I’m afraid to give my grandmother my address
because I don’t want people to have it. I’m not even sure what to say except I
hope you and Amy are happy with pat as a daughter and sister because I’ve
officially before all the people here on MySpace reading this, disown my entire
family except for my grandmother the only blood relative who hasn’t betrayed me
in some way. I only trust one person
unconditionally other than grandma and that’s my angel. I love her and will
support her till beyond death when I’m sitting in hell reigning hell fire on
anyone dumb enough to mess with her. I love you angel and please don’t forget
that my love is eternal and will never falter. For those of you thinking I’m a
nut job or an ass hole for writing some of this “remind me when to give a damn”
it’s my writing and you chose to read it.
Since people obviously don’t get the fucking hint I’m going to lay it out straight forward and simple for you simple folk who are too stupid to understand simple logic. Repeatedly I deny your friend requests but you consistently solidify your standings as people of a lower intelligence. It’s quite frankly amazing you people have survived this long in life being as challenged as you are, but I’ll try to help you out because it’s what I do. I have and will continue denying any friend request from anyone who has known Patricia Morris, Amy Watkins, Lise Keller, or anyone related to these people. I want nothing to do with you because you are all slime infested pieces of shit. Wait no I retract that statement because the shit caked on the bottom of a pigs underbelly deserves more respect and acknowledgement than I’m giving you people. You are a fowl plague on the face of this earth and you do not deserve the air you breath. I only pray that someday open season will be delared on all manner of fungus walking this earth because on that day I would gladly be there to cleanse the world of the retched smell of your exsistence for all eternity. I hope this has made it clear I want nothing to do with anyone from my past and any future attempts will only result in many more denied requests for communication. If for some reason I ever want to contact any of you I’ll find you trust me you’ll never hide from me and I will never rest till your life is as mush a living hell as you made mine now get a life and leave me the fuck alone. I will not approve anything from anyone from New York, Pennsylvania, or Arkansas.If you live in any of these states burn in hell and don’t waste your time trying to talk to me I want nothing to do with you.Now piss off I have bodies to be bury and I’m running out of places to hide them.
I AM A SHADOW.I AM THE SHADOW OF A MAN WHO ONCE LOVED ENTIRELY AND NOW FEELS SO MUCH PAIN THAT EVERYTHING HE TOUCHES TURNS TO ICE.I AM THE SHADOW IN YOUR HOUSE.I AM THE BUMP YOU HEAR IN THE NIGHT.I AM THE SHADOW MAN.I DRIFT THROUGH THIS WORLD A COLD DARK DEAD SHADOW OF A MAN WHO USE TO BE BUT IS NO MORE.LIVING IN PURGATORY FOR THE MISTAKES I HAVE MADE IN MY PAST.I LIVE BUT DON'T ACTUALLY LIVE.MY FOOD HAS NO TASTE,MY DRINK HAS NO FLAVOR,MY SCENTS ARE ODORLESS.I FEEL TASTE AND SMELL NOTHING.I AM THE SHADOW MAN.I LIVE FOR MISERY,PAIN AND SUFFERING.IT IS MY CURSE AND IT IS MY PLEASURE.NO LONGER WILL I LOVE OR BE LOVED BUT NO LONGER WILL I FEEL PAIN OF BREAKUP AND HEART ACHE.I WILL LIVE A LIFE OF SOLITUDE AND I WILL SHOULDER THIS CURSE.IT WILL NOT PLAGUE ME FOR I HAVE ACCEPTED IT.THIS IS ME.I AM THE SHADOW MAN.
