There is a good chance that the featured image is of an actual butthole…
I used to be super positive in life, until a day I discovered that the human race is more screwed up than hinges of a maximum prison gate. This followed a series of betrayals and being protested against, by those I trusted the most, cared about, and believed in. The result was a deletion of delusions I owned, in believing in second chances. My dear, before you blur out anything, think of your dearest friend marrying your ex, approximately two months after the break up? Now lick it, then suck it.
A lovely dear someone cheated on you: they confess and promise never to do it again. They claim it was a one time thingy; yeah right, you poor thing. As a matter of fact, that lovely sorry dear someone’s brains, deserve to be smashed out immediately. It isn’t because violence is highly accepted in our societies, but, but, that lovely someone’s apologies, are blended with lies of trailing pure evil. They are only sorry because they got caught, or realize that they will soon be caught.
An often-forgotten fact is that this lovely someone is doomed to cheat on you another time, once good opportunities swing by. I know, it doesn’t sound pleasant, since we hold unto little lies, to keep us going. Let us not confuse surroundings changing, with people to be changing.
Though we humans are the only species enjoying going through the back door for pleasure, violating a major natural law of order, we are still influenced by surroundings, and our eyes are constantly satisfied.
Great shout outs go to advancements occurring in beauty and bioengineering industries, enabling us to observe some pretty damn cool shit. These advancements are enabling individuals to transform their body parts, into whatever heavenly hell, that rolls into their brains. This includes a dickhead of a dear one, transforming into a lovely shithead.
We need to accept and embrace inner darkness embedded in us, thereby learning how to deal with it and live as better humans. There is always some form of adjustment occurring around us and an arsehole can be modified into a butthole. This could cause one’s head to zoom back and forth in diagonal patterns, wondering what the bloody difference is? Worry less my dear, we are in this together. Occasional tingling sensations I experience within my balls, have failed to send I clear signals of what the fuck, the difference is.
I am always on a quest for reason and logic, and I come to realize that it doesn’t matter: struggling to distinguish a dear one who used to be an arsehole or dickhead, from the lovely apologetic butthole or shithead they have become. Luckily enough, Altered Life Perceptions of such insights are constantly dry humping pain receptors of my brain, delighting a reality inspired lifestyle of a free spirit I live.
One shouldn’t confuse people to be changing with changing stature, growth, development, advancements or other shit along those lines. But, but allow I to clarify, by literally relating to an arsehole: it’s size and nature can change, according to exuding or inserted substances and objects, but, but I know for sure, an arsehole shall always remain an arsehole, even when bleached.
Brace yourself my dear accepting a tormenting reality of truth: A dear, sweet and lovely someone, who knows how to say the right words; in a right way, tone and time; accompanied with perfectly timed jokes, meant to inspire a true smile on your face; but, but has turned against and betrayed you, is bound to do it again, especially when hard times strike. It is okay, take it in slowly. Soon or later you will accept that, people truly don’t change.
More life insights and hacks in Altered Life Perceptions, available at your favorite store and library in audio and electronic formats.
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