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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Projecting Your Back Stabbing Ways Smell Like Rotting Fish

"Projecting overconfidence and individuality on the outside can be a way to mask uncertainty on the inside."

Projecting your Holier than thous and your delusions of grandeur, fit you like a glove. Smug?

For a few Folks who are grappling with "who I am?". Dont'cha worry none, 'bout I and I. Or who am I. I am who I am and I am okay with that. My God's okay with that too. You and your God talk amongst yourselves. Seen.

You mind you and your own and worry about you and yourself. You need to from where I sit. You who are just so judgemental. Your temperamentally, it is "your" shit I smell from where I sit.

You and your boat smell like rotting fish. You and your lieing ways. Your back stabbing ways.

You say and tell one thing, then you back step and walk that way.

We break bread and make good talk and laugh and drink. Talk of love and respect for one and another and our families. You speak words to my face and my one ear then take them back like some children's game.

How it is you walk with more than two faces and pay so too much mind to remembering your last lies and other people's shit is a craft molded around your character. It's your nature. You wear it well and it smells right on you.

Look, do me a huge favour, eh? You jump, and then you can say I worked your silly little self-important bullshit-filled ass. Just don't play with my emotions, Smokey.

You go else where to pound your white monkey ass and chest. Just go. Enough.

Do it.

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