Filthy Beauty & Love

Imperfections Chapter 1: Simplicity’s Hideous Inelegance

Never Underestimate the Powerlessness of the Stupid 

The woman of your dreams won’t sleep with you, nor will any of her friends.  

Not solely because she’s a wooden sex toy, bound-up/trussed-up for your use and pleasure in BDSM fantasies as you stare at her from across your basement bedroom in your mom’s house — NO,  it’s because you’re an Anti-vaxxer, a pro-Trumpster, some other kind of Steve Bannon-looking fascist pig-creep, an anti-science moron who thinks Dr. Fauci is abhorrent but that Rand Paul is a real smooth mover, an open-carry gun-nut with a micro-penis, an idiot with bad credit and no money who nonetheless, eats shitty, fattening over-priced food purchased at shitty fast food restaurants five and a half days a week, drives a pick-up truck with huge, yellow “Don’t Tread on Me” Flag sticking outta the truck bed, thinks whites are superior to blacks including bein’ better than that Kenyan Manchurian POTUS who ruined the country for eight years by wanting us all to be miscegenation homosexuals and taking all our guns and giving all our tax dollars to ISIS and black teen gangsters (b/c “what about black-on-black crimes!?”) and baby-murdering libtards and such — NOPE; the wooden girl of your dreams and fantasies ain’t gonna fuck any of you INCEL losers, nor are any live-action versions of Betty White in her prime or any real-live woman gonna fuck you either. 

On the plus side, Gallop says there are more and more of you pathetic losers jerking one another off every day — so, yeah, you got that goin’ for you.