I am not going to yell, I am not going to beg, instead, I may just put a gun to your head, and squeeze, until you see lead, didn't your mother ever tell you, messin with a crazy person will leave you dead? My eyes see red, when you talk to me, I'm just trying to keep to myself, but the ignorance in you won't let that be, so you gotta fuck with me, until I snap, and there is a blood bath, you never seen me do it before, but I'll do it and actually laugh. You presumptuous animal, Can a woman walk the streets without you ogling, and drooling in her path? Don't wait until I snap, and remove the thing between your lap, castrate you, then toss it out the window, like lorena bobbitt. Don't violate my space, I'm not flattered, get out of my face, or end up assaulted and battered, I'm just not interested, can you see? I'm telling you in the calmest way. . . DO-NOT-FUCK-WITH-ME.
Reason for writing:
Ugh, Ladies don't you ever get tired, of men approaching you when you walk down the street? I find it offensive. Because I think I either look vunerable or maybe I projecting something and I'm not aware of it. I was at school for instance the other day, on a computer trying to get some work done. When this man comes up to me, interrupts my day. He saw I was busy, and yet he thought it was okay to stop me from what I was doing to cater to his dick business? It pissed me off. This sort of thing happens all the time. And its aggravating. <br><br> <a href="http://www.zyworld.com/10718649.fc/index.htm">What do you want to know about ERICA? Well here I am. . . </a><br>
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