i confess i dont know how to live with this anymore. for 7 months i've been in a lucid nightmare. i seek salvation. i know i have sinned but no one deserves to be put through this. none of us.
i sit here in my room in a numb stupor filled with a nameless dread hoping an end will come soon. this is not a cry for help.
it's an ultimatum...

it's been 7 months since Rockstar premiered the first trailer for Grand Theft Auto 5. since then they've said nothing about it. no details, release date, word of the plot, new trailer, nothing.
if by then end of this month, there is still no news concerning Grand Theft Auto 5, i will NOT buy it release day. thats right. instead i will wait a whole week to purchase it, fatally impacting their anticipated first-day-buy world record sales.
they leave me no choice.

..i guess some men just want to watch the world burn..

I was just thinking about this girl I used to fuck about 10 years ago. I wish I still had pictures. Her name was Michelle and she was a model for Fatal Beauty, this porn site that isn't around anymore. She was honestly kind of homely, but she had an amazing body, very skinny and young looking with tiny puffy tits and hairless pussy. She used to get it waxed so she was always perfectly smooth. She was 19 when I was fucking with her, I was 26-27. She looked so young. After a while she started calling me Daddy.

I think it was because she knew she wasn't pretty, she would do anything for me. I used to fuck her in the ass and then cum in her mouth, and she never complained. She'd get all drunk and cry when I put it in her ass but she never asked me to stop.

One time I got her all coked up at this party and then let some of my friends fuck her. I fucked her first, then I sent one guy at a time into the room where she was laying down. She must've fucked 5 or 6 guys for me that night. She just took it, it was out of control. I just did some more lines with her from time to time and gave her a beer and she was good.

Another time, I fucked her in the movie theater. We just sat up in the back corner and I took her panties away and then sat her on my lap to fuck. I came in her while we watched the movie. She was on the pill so it was cool.

We had a threesome with one of the other girls from the website, I don't remember the girl's name. It was fucking hot when they were on top of each other and I was going back and forth between their two pussies. I never did that before that night, and they really felt different, it was fucking cool.

I still have a pair of her panties. I've moved like 5 times since then but I still have them. I can't believe what a slut she was. I wonder what ever happened to her. She was such a goddamn attention whore, she'd do whatever. The funny thing is we never even dated, we were just fucking around...

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Protesters or criminals........racist animals
Why are these so called "Protesters" not considered criminals.....
1. Officer Wilson identified Michael Brown as suspect in a robbery.
2. Michael Brown initiated the attack on Officer Wilson inside his police vehicle.
3. Michael Brown grabbed Officer Wilson's gun.
4. The gun was fired twice during the initial struggle.
5. Officer Wilson feared for his life during the struggle.
6. Officer Wilson repeatedly told Michael Brown to surrender.
7. Michael Brown was charging Officer Wilson when he was fatally shot.
8. Michael Brown hands were not held up in surrender when he was shot.
9. Michael Brown had marijuana in his system and on his possession at the time of the incident.
10. Not all witnesses spoke to the media.
The grand jury did their job. All people have to do is research and see the evidence the grand jury saw. These riots are not for " justice". They were used as an excuse to do what they do best. Terrorize, loot and burn their own towns down. Criminals.

I confess.
This is the truest thing you will ever read.
You may not believe that, but... well,
that's just because you don't remember.... which is understandable, considering...

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two "offspring" since the appropriate word is inappropriate here. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that�s when you met me.

�What� what happened?� You asked. �Where am I?�

�You died,� I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

�There was a� a truck and it was skidding��

�Yup,� I said.

�I� I died?�

�Yup. But don�t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,� I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. �What is this place?� You asked. �Is this the afterlife?�

�More or less,� I said.

�Are you god?� You asked.

�Yup,� I replied. �I�m God.�

�My 'offspring'� my wife,� you said.

�What about them?�

�Will they be all right?�

�That�s what I like to see,� I said. �You just died and your main concern is for your family. That�s good stuff right there.�

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn�t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

�Don�t worry,� I said. �They�ll be fine. Your spawn will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn�t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it�s any consolation, she�ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.�

�Oh,� you said. �So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?�

�Neither,� I said. �You�ll be reincarnated.�

�Ah,� you said. �So the Hindus were right,�

�All religions are right in their own way,� I said. �Walk with me.�

You followed along as we strode through the void. �Where are we going?�

�Nowhere in particular,� I said. �It�s just nice to walk while we talk.�

�So what�s the point, then?� You asked. �When I get reborn, I�ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won�t matter.�

�Not so!� I said. �You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don�t remember them right now.�

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. �Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It�s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it�s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you�ve gained all the experiences it had.

�You�ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven�t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you�d start remembering everything. But there�s no point to doing that between each life.�

�How many times have I been reincarnated, then?�

�Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.� I said. �This time around, you�ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.�

�Wait, what?� You stammered. �You�re sending me back in time?�

�Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.�

�Where you come from?� You said.

�Oh sure,� I explained �I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you�ll want to know what it�s like there, but honestly you wouldn�t understand.�

�Oh,� you said, a bit let down. �But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.�

�Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don�t even know it�s happening.�

�So what�s the point of it all?�

�Seriously?� I asked. �Seriously? You�re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn�t that just a bit cliche?�

�Well it�s a reasonable question,� you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. �The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.�

�You mean mankind? You want us to mature?�

�No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.�

�Just me? What about everyone else?�

�There is no one else,� I said. �In this universe, there�s just you and me.�

You stared blankly at me. �But all the people on earth��

�All you. Different incarnations of you.�

�Wait. I�m everyone!?�

�Now you�re getting it,� I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

�I�m every human being who ever lived?�

�Or who will ever live, yes.�

�I�m Abraham Lincoln?�

�And you�re John Wilkes Booth, too,� I added.

�I�m Hitler?� You said, appalled.

�And you�re the millions he killed.�

�I�m Jesus?�

�And you�re everyone who followed him.�

You fell silent.

�Every time you victimized someone,� I said, �you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you�ve done, you�ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.�

You thought for a long time.

�Why?� You asked me. �Why do all this?�

�Because someday, you will become like me. Because that�s what you are. You�re one of my kind. You�re my 'offspring'.�

�Whoa,� you said, incredulous. �You mean I�m a god?�

�No. Not yet. You�re [an individual at an early stage of development]. You�re still growing. Once you�ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.�

�So the whole universe,� you said, �it�s just��

�An egg.� I answered. �Now it�s time for you to move on to your next life.�

And I sent you on your way.

I confess I witnessed a hit and run accident with multiple fatalities, a really beaten-up Chevy sedan was rear-ended at a stoplight. Since the Chevy was standing still the other vehicle pretty much destroyed it, pushing the trunk into the rear seat.

Who knew there were five or six Mexican teenagers in the trunk and at least eight more in the car proper. Funny bit to all this is the vehicle which struck the Chevy was an equally beat-up F-150 that two very drunk Mexicans bailed out of.

Sort of make you believe God really hates Mexicans, huh ?