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17.05.2015

Fuck your human rights and your guilt, bitch

This guy looks like he’s interested. This is gonna be fun.

“Hey, you wanna support human rights?”
– “Ah, I’m not much of a friend of humans!”
– “You’re not? So you don’t have any human friends?”
– “Oh! Yeah. One.”
– “Do you care for his human rights?”
– “Oh, he has rights alright! He takes what he wants. Just like me.”
– “Oh. Okay, so be it.”

Pretty girl turns around and looks disappointed.

I feel guilty. Why the hell do I feel guilty? Oh, well, if I can’t change it. Emotions are what they are. Deny me your attention, you sweet blond plaything.

Who needs you to grant them some rights, though? What kind of authority do you have? How can you possibly help people enforce their so-called rights? With what kind of power?

Oh, I forgot. The power of a sweet blond plaything and it’s weapon of guilt.

You know what? Yeah, I would have liked to fuck you. I would have liked to take that conversation further and play the cold macho a bit more for your entertainment. What am I to say? I enjoyed it. I didn’t do it to hurt you. I did it because my gut told me to go hard on you.

You know what? If you care to make me feel like shit for not supporting your stupid cause, then I’ll just say Fuck you! next time. ‘Cause I don’t like feeling like shit.

But, on the other hand, what kind of human right am I granting you to speak for every other girl? That’s unfair. Surely not every last one is a bitch like you.

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