Swearing is Fun

Creative swearing/insulting expletives are my new hobby! Check check it.

Querulous brumby-sucker!
You cum-stained sonofawhore!
Kiss my fart-rippling asscheeks, you shit-kicking bastard of a putrid salami and a cheap whore!
Finger-fucking shithouse creeper!
Dickfaced assmonger!
Slut-fucking rectum-doucher!
Camel-toed cumpuddle!
You anal-ripping intestinal parasite! (aka, as in S.K.'s "Dreamcatcher")
Pus-dripping scrotal acne!
You noosenecked sack-twister!
You dirty scab-picking bacterially infested shit-stained fuckheap!
You fucked up turd-blowing anal inversion!
Fly-blown maggot magnet!
Nostril-raping gasbag!
Lick my manure-spoon, goat-porker!
Cum-drinking ass-stabber!
Eat batshit and spray shitlava from your bagelhole, dick-satchel!
Shitballing crack rockets!
Choke on hippo chode, you flagrant asshat!
Suck my cheesy plague-rod, gerbil fucker.
Throw a scaly turtle schlong up your cunthole, fuckbag.
Lick a wrinkly jizzpurse, snotbrained shitflinging sheep sodomizer.
Scatmunching couch-humper!
Crapping shit-pastries!
Tit knocking scuzz bungler!

And that, ladies and gents, is just a sampling. Ah, I love the smell of curses in the morning. Especially if they smell like bacon.

why writing why writing why writing is so hard, but it's not

Burlington. B-town. This is my home now. The dark alleyways are filled to the brim with vermin and filth. Stinking traffic rolls and screeches through the streets lined with the derelict homes and businesses of the weak, the depraved, the malodorous. Cats shit in the crippled gardens, fouling the overgrown bushes which branch over cracking sidewalks and crumbling concrete walls. Pigeons fly overhead, crows hunker in the gnarled trees. Death and rot fill the city like a black mist, hanging in the fouled air and rising with the howling wind to choke the stars from the sky. It is here, in the darkness, where I must make my stand. It is here I must fight, and here I will surely die. Burlington.

THE END