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The Rage Cage
Her Royal Spriteness
Quote by Cassandra_Blake
Yawning...I'm too young and too darn beautiful...what's this all about?
*clear throat* this is the rage cage, not the ennui cage.
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
Gingerbread Lover
Not such a fucking big man now, are you?! He would have pounded your fucking scummy little shitty ass into the pavement if I'd told him. Yeah, that's right, look away when I stare you down, you chavvy little weasel. I hope your two Burberry hags with the nicotine fingers give you syphilis if you haven't already got it. And herpes, and any other knob-rot that exists, in the hope that it removes that limp little dick from your forehead.
And most of all, I hope that one day soon, you will get your head knocked off for flapping your gob, and remember it was me who stared you down. I see you and your cowardly, crappy, dirty little soul, and I hope you feel as much pain and more, inside and out. You little turd.
And most of all, I hope that one day soon, you will get your head knocked off for flapping your gob, and remember it was me who stared you down. I see you and your cowardly, crappy, dirty little soul, and I hope you feel as much pain and more, inside and out. You little turd.
Ut incepit fidelis, sic permanet.
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Her Royal Spriteness
Fuck you Stacey Rambold and Fuck you Judge Baugh. 30 fucking days? I hope you both rot in hell - google it, people, it's a fucking crime. and you wonder why we get angry? THIS is where the angers comes from!
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
Short Arse Brit
Babes, switch your phone off and don't be available when whoever it is calls back 
Fucking WTF, why do insects have a beef with me?? I don't bother them, Ive been attacked by 3 daddy long legs so far tonight, I dont even wanna think about the HUGE bloody Spider that scared the shit out of me and invaded my personal space.... LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE you fucked up scary things with way too many legs (shudders)
The Duchess of Tart
Please check out my new story, co-written with the amazing Wilful.
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/long-time-coming.aspx
And my latest poem, The Temptation.
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/erotic-poems/the-temptation.aspx
Please check out my new story, co-written with the amazing Wilful.
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/long-time-coming.aspx
And my latest poem, The Temptation.
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/erotic-poems/the-temptation.aspx
Her Royal Spriteness
dear valued costumer,
i am not your servant. while i do my best to make your meal a pleasant one, there are limits to what i will put up with. i expect to be treated with the same dignity i treat you with. btw, just because i didn't spit on your meal doesn't mean i didn't want to. Just be thankful you didn't order dessert and thanks for the tip. obviously your math skills are a little off. $3 is NOT 15% of $43. It's not even close. and more thing. fuck you, you smug little son of a bitch.
best regards,
angry bitch waitress.
i am not your servant. while i do my best to make your meal a pleasant one, there are limits to what i will put up with. i expect to be treated with the same dignity i treat you with. btw, just because i didn't spit on your meal doesn't mean i didn't want to. Just be thankful you didn't order dessert and thanks for the tip. obviously your math skills are a little off. $3 is NOT 15% of $43. It's not even close. and more thing. fuck you, you smug little son of a bitch.
best regards,
angry bitch waitress.
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
I'm pretty tired of writing stories and seeing my scores knocked down by red and whites that have been members for less than an hour. How did I get so lucky, with over 200,000 members here and thousands of writers, and the only activity on your profile is scoring my stories? What an asshat, fucktard you are. I wonder what your wife is going to say when the police come to your home and seize all your computers? That job of hers is in jeopardy, too. So bye-bye income since you obviously don't have a job. Maybe even arrest your sad ass and walk you out in handcuffs for your neighbors to see. Count your days motherfucker. We're coming for ya, dickhead.
Artistic Tart
FUCK LIFE.
Dear fellow employees,
High school was a long time ago. Grow the fuck up. We work in corporate America and do more with less resources is the new normal. No amount of tears and relentless whining is going to change that. Either shut up and do your job or fucking quit. Making everyone else miserable is certainly the grown up approach asshole.
High school was a long time ago. Grow the fuck up. We work in corporate America and do more with less resources is the new normal. No amount of tears and relentless whining is going to change that. Either shut up and do your job or fucking quit. Making everyone else miserable is certainly the grown up approach asshole.
Dear fellow employees,
High school was a long time ago. Grow the fuck up. We work in corporate America and do more with less resources is the new normal. No amount of tears and relentless whining is going to change that. Either shut up and do your job or fucking quit. Making everyone else miserable is certainly the grown up approach asshole.
High school was a long time ago. Grow the fuck up. We work in corporate America and do more with less resources is the new normal. No amount of tears and relentless whining is going to change that. Either shut up and do your job or fucking quit. Making everyone else miserable is certainly the grown up approach asshole.
Have you ever considered that just because I am really close to someone that it is a foregone conclusion that I want to with them??? That Skyping is an "entitlement?" We are human beings...IF the time is right , maybe..... Each one of us is different, and we'd be foolish to "expect" anything from someone else. That is what makes every precious gift precisely that: precious. It didn't have to be done. We must take what life gives us.
Active Ink Slinger
Fuck you Gabriel for being a drunk anyone would think it was you lying in the hospital waiting on death! I hate having to be the only one in the family to keep you inline. Your going on fifty not fucking 20. Once I've done my duty to our brother that's it you can fuck off to the back n beyond of Oz. I want to spend my time with him productively. You guys are a fucking headache I can do without. I love you bros but fuck I love to see the back of you too!
Active Ink Slinger
FUCK LOVE and my inability to show it to a capacity that is expected and needed to retain it ... FUCK MYSELF for FEELING IT ... FUCK YOU ... I have enough on my plate and now this. It was unintentional to take you for granted you were all ways there and I had thought I had been there for you too. Obviously not to the same level that you expect, need and want. Ive been completely honest Im rubbish at showing love but I feel every bit of it.
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Raised on Blackroot
Go eat a brown turd Lance Lynn.
You fucking suck shit because you don't possess a set of balls.
Motherfucker.
You fucking suck shit because you don't possess a set of balls.
Motherfucker.
Alpha Blonde
Biodegradable dog poop bags that fucking biodegrade if you leave them in your pockets for too long. Took out last year's cold weather jacket and put my hand in the pocket and it's like an instant handful of confetti that explodes all over your pocket and hands and whatever you're wearing when you take your hand out of the pocket. Takes fucking foreverrrr to clean up while peeling all the little teeny tiny flakey shards off your clothes and floor and pocket liner and skin. You'd think I'd learn but nope - these goddamn bags biodegrade in gym-bags, purses, pockets... Fuck.
Look you fucking moron, I'm going to explain it one more time, then I'll slap you with a Halibut:
Apple has two operating systems, one for its desktop devices which include laptops, called Operating System. That's what the O and the S stand for, you simpleton...and it's not an X, as I've told you eighty million times...it's a Roman Numeral ten, because they are on the tenth iteration of the OS. The last one was OS9, and the next one will be....can you guess???yes, asshole, OS11. See how that works? Its other operating system is for its i devices called - wait for it - iOS....who fucking knew, huh? They just released iOS7...not ISO, you twit...that's on your camera, the other device you refuse to understand
Try taking your passive-aggresive head out of your imbecilic ass and ask yourself a question every now and then. You'd learn something, like the fact that you're a fucking idiot, which is obviously why you don't.
Apple has two operating systems, one for its desktop devices which include laptops, called Operating System. That's what the O and the S stand for, you simpleton...and it's not an X, as I've told you eighty million times...it's a Roman Numeral ten, because they are on the tenth iteration of the OS. The last one was OS9, and the next one will be....can you guess???yes, asshole, OS11. See how that works? Its other operating system is for its i devices called - wait for it - iOS....who fucking knew, huh? They just released iOS7...not ISO, you twit...that's on your camera, the other device you refuse to understand
Try taking your passive-aggresive head out of your imbecilic ass and ask yourself a question every now and then. You'd learn something, like the fact that you're a fucking idiot, which is obviously why you don't.
Active Ink Slinger
I go away for one evening and I find that my brother had a bad night and no one fucking let me know ... YOU FUCKING ARSE! ... I FUCKING HATE relying on others ... even more so that I return home Monday. I worry that your family are incapable of looking after you. Why the fuck did you move here!
If you have something to say about someone that I've added then man up and tell me why ... Let me come to my own conclusion as to how they treat me not you! Oh and read your fucking emails there you would find what you had requested. Fucking arsehole, with love {}
If you have something to say about someone that I've added then man up and tell me why ... Let me come to my own conclusion as to how they treat me not you! Oh and read your fucking emails there you would find what you had requested. Fucking arsehole, with love {}
Active Ink Slinger
I cant believe I left my earplugs in my other bag and I had to endure the entire flight with an idiot who couldn't tell which end of the country she was flying over and fuck you have the worse accent ever ... high pitched finger nails down the blackboard type of screech ... fuck you are one irritating woman! note to self DONT DO THAT AGAIN put earplugs into my ears connected to my music!
Active Ink Slinger
I feel bad for you and all, but should I? You were never there for me. You never called me unless you needed something. You basically ignored me for your boyfriend for two years and now that he's gone you're going to contact me like we are still good friends 
Quote by Autumn17
I feel bad for you and all, but should I? You were never there for me. You never called me unless you needed something. You basically ignored me for your boyfriend for two years and now that he's gone you're going to contact me like we are still good friends
Had a friend like that. I can relate.
Gingerbread Lover
I hate you. I actually fucking hate you. I hate you almost as much as I fucking hate myself, and way more than you are capable of hating me. What the fucking hell on this nasty, vicious earth is wrong with you?!
All those fucking years of sacrificing and running myself into the ground, and for what? Making a difference? Making sure nobody else ended up this way? It doesn't make a fucking difference. All you care about is what you want and what you have, never mind anybody else. It's all about you looking that way and me not looking that way, and you being a better person because of what you physically look like and what I don't.
I actually sincerely hope that your face is disfigured beyond your own control. I actually truly hope that somebody takes a rusty saw and hacks through your heel tendons. I hope they make a gauntlet of rusty nails and claw their way into your spine to rip out all the nerve endings and leaving raw edges. And after that, I hope they claw their way into your chest and rip out whatever shitty lame excuse you have for a heart, and fill your brain cavity with your own shit and the spit you shower me with. I hope that somehow, as soon as possible, you are torn to shreds and kicked into the void that is yourself. I hope you see yourself as you see me, and ten thousand times worse, and still it will not be as I see myself. But if I could make you feel it just for an hour, enough to make you wish you were dead and try to do it, I would feel some kind of gladness. And I will fucking bring you back to re-live the fucking pain.
I have fought for too long to try to see things from your point of view, to make excuses for my existence because it fucking offends you, and if I could tear your eyes out and rip out your tongue and burn them under your fucking perfect nose, I would do it. All the things that I have seen and felt and known and experienced, I wish them upon your life a thousand-fold. I wish you ill. I really, actually, truly do. And if you ever have the gall left to come crawling to me for help, I will kick it out of you with the rest of the shit that flows from your mouth.
And more, I shall laugh. I will laugh. I will laugh in your fucking face and tell you how worthless, ugly, shitty and despised you are. And I will tell you that you deserve it, and we will both know the truth of it. You do.
You are evil. You are the face of ugliness and I hope that every single fucking day that you look in the mirror, you cannot resist the urge to claw it from your skull because of how fucking ugly you are. I hope that your kneecaps are crushed or shot and that you turn into the same fucking heaving, wobbling, roiling mass of blubber and shit that I am, and that no matter what you do, how much effort you put into trying to lose weight, you get fatter and fatter until children laugh at you in the street, and people like you spit on you, throw you on the ground and punch you, just because of how you look so fucking fat and ugly.
And I hope that in the darkness, he comes for you. I hope that he holds your mouth shut and does the same to you. I hope he rips the life and whatever vestige of soul you might have out of you and pins it to the ground with that rusty knife. I hope you fucking suffer. I really, truly do.
What is the point? Who fucking cares? If wishes came true, you would fucking care. You would care so fucking much that you would cry blood and sweat, and throw yourself into the fires. I may not look like you, or be as wonderful as you, but I can fucking wish so much harder than you, and the act of will can be much stronger than your fucking narcissism. Watch your mouth and your back, you bastard. He's coming for you, and I will be standing by laughing.
All those fucking years of sacrificing and running myself into the ground, and for what? Making a difference? Making sure nobody else ended up this way? It doesn't make a fucking difference. All you care about is what you want and what you have, never mind anybody else. It's all about you looking that way and me not looking that way, and you being a better person because of what you physically look like and what I don't.
I actually sincerely hope that your face is disfigured beyond your own control. I actually truly hope that somebody takes a rusty saw and hacks through your heel tendons. I hope they make a gauntlet of rusty nails and claw their way into your spine to rip out all the nerve endings and leaving raw edges. And after that, I hope they claw their way into your chest and rip out whatever shitty lame excuse you have for a heart, and fill your brain cavity with your own shit and the spit you shower me with. I hope that somehow, as soon as possible, you are torn to shreds and kicked into the void that is yourself. I hope you see yourself as you see me, and ten thousand times worse, and still it will not be as I see myself. But if I could make you feel it just for an hour, enough to make you wish you were dead and try to do it, I would feel some kind of gladness. And I will fucking bring you back to re-live the fucking pain.
I have fought for too long to try to see things from your point of view, to make excuses for my existence because it fucking offends you, and if I could tear your eyes out and rip out your tongue and burn them under your fucking perfect nose, I would do it. All the things that I have seen and felt and known and experienced, I wish them upon your life a thousand-fold. I wish you ill. I really, actually, truly do. And if you ever have the gall left to come crawling to me for help, I will kick it out of you with the rest of the shit that flows from your mouth.
And more, I shall laugh. I will laugh. I will laugh in your fucking face and tell you how worthless, ugly, shitty and despised you are. And I will tell you that you deserve it, and we will both know the truth of it. You do.
You are evil. You are the face of ugliness and I hope that every single fucking day that you look in the mirror, you cannot resist the urge to claw it from your skull because of how fucking ugly you are. I hope that your kneecaps are crushed or shot and that you turn into the same fucking heaving, wobbling, roiling mass of blubber and shit that I am, and that no matter what you do, how much effort you put into trying to lose weight, you get fatter and fatter until children laugh at you in the street, and people like you spit on you, throw you on the ground and punch you, just because of how you look so fucking fat and ugly.
And I hope that in the darkness, he comes for you. I hope that he holds your mouth shut and does the same to you. I hope he rips the life and whatever vestige of soul you might have out of you and pins it to the ground with that rusty knife. I hope you fucking suffer. I really, truly do.
What is the point? Who fucking cares? If wishes came true, you would fucking care. You would care so fucking much that you would cry blood and sweat, and throw yourself into the fires. I may not look like you, or be as wonderful as you, but I can fucking wish so much harder than you, and the act of will can be much stronger than your fucking narcissism. Watch your mouth and your back, you bastard. He's coming for you, and I will be standing by laughing.
Ut incepit fidelis, sic permanet.
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Active Ink Slinger
Broom stick has landed, holding my breath. Bring it, you old cow
Wise Ass
Quote by Dancing_Doll
Biodegradable dog poop bags that fucking biodegrade if you leave them in your pockets for too long. Took out last year's cold weather jacket and put my hand in the pocket and it's like an instant handful of confetti that explodes all over your pocket and hands and whatever you're wearing when you take your hand out of the pocket. Takes fucking foreverrrr to clean up while peeling all the little teeny tiny flakey shards off your clothes and floor and pocket liner and skin. You'd think I'd learn but nope - these goddamn bags biodegrade in gym-bags, purses, pockets... Fuck.
That's shitty.....
The night that changed my life, a four part series of a married man lusting after his co-worker
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Her Royal Spriteness
Quote by Dudealicious
That's shitty.....
worst rage ever. consider yourself evicted.
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.