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Why?; You want an explanation..
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Topic Started: Sep 9 2014, 12:31 PM (233 Views)
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SaviourSelf
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Sep 9 2014, 12:31 PM
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Why?
Why did I wear the facepaint?
Why did I, as the smarky bastards with their hipster haircuts claim that I went "LeBlanc 2.0", as has been their rhetoric since the day I started as a member of this PRW community?
Why did I take a chair and split Suerte's head open like a coconut, going just far enough to prove a point, but not far enough to drink from the split like a tropical fruit?
Why?
Well, the facepaint was a natural choice because if you've followed my career you would know that when I ventured into Mexico with my cohort by my side; a trip that Suerte failed to make with me as my "loving girlfriend", I was told to become the "White Ghost of Arena Mexico", and so I became, and so is what that giant adultress saw when I walked down that ramp: A ghost.
I wore all black everything because the reality is that in this situation, there is no longer any shades of gray. You're either light or dark, white or black and I'm tired of wearing the white hat for those undeserving. Moreover, this was the death of something that had rotted at the core long ago, and so as is customary, you tend to where black when you're going to bury something.
There isn't any link between myself and LeBlanc beyond our small stature that I'm sure somebody is going to pick out, and the fact we're both "sons of the North". LeBlanc 2.0? No, see, if I was the second coming of Alex, I would have tied Suerte to a stake and burned her like the feticiera she is. Instead, I spiked her with a chair and watch her lay there motionless. LeBlanc was a scornful bastard bitter at the world. I'm a jilted lover who did something about it.
LeBlanc was gifted his opportunities and treated like a golden child who could do no wrong, banished and brought back to the surface of PRW so many times he resembled a bad case of Herpes. On the other hand, I've been shunned, criticized, defamed and most recently? Muzzled because I showed a bible-thumping hypocrite for what he and his lovely bride really were.
Totally LeBlanc 2.0.
Blow me.
That's besides the point however, the main question is, "Why did I decide to decapitate my girlfriend?"
Because she had it coming.
Because for every bed she laid in that wasn't mine. For every man whose body she contorted and twisted upon like the snake she is, every night where she gave me another excuse as to why she wasn't going to be present, every trip she failed to make, every dinner she missed and every crucial career accomplishment that she MISSED made me develop this unbelievable hatred for her.
I tussled and I turned with the decision, trust me, but with every action she made, with every ratchet ass jaunt to the ring where she basically orgasmed at the sight of inflicting damage, with that KISS she levied on that hapless announcer...my decision was made for me.
Suerte didn't ask for this to happen, but she made it so it had to happen. For every crushing infidelities and insecurities she dished out, this was her comeuppance. This was justified, this was truth, this was karma coming back to bite her in the ass in the form of a steel chair wrapped around her gigantic head.
In itself, it's poetic if you think about it.
I did what every man has ever thought about doing in a relationship where they were the victim.
The only difference between you and I, folks?
I took the thought into action.
Don't vilify me for doing what any of you would have done.
Don't vilify me for doing what you would do if your brunette girlfriends or your Midwestern housewives started doing the same.
Ultimately, the ends justified the means.
For every tweet, for every moment of scorn-inducing action, for every moment where you made me question you, there will be a reaction. This is but the start in a lengthy chain of events that is sure to show you, feticiera, just how much you've wronged, hurt and erred in your decision-making.
Die, Die My Darling. - Cam
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