filth

you know who you are.

slovenly language. obscene propositions. archaic pervesions. i thought we fought this battle decades ago.

reptilian slander; you dwell with the aftermath of evolution, in the shadows of all that is beautful, vibrant and whole. the offensiveness of your cowardice matches the shallowness of your existance.

slinking around the outskirts of all that i hold dear. waving your indecency like a flacid cock. smiling sweetly does not hide your rancid breath.

and you have the nerve to call me a slut.

you know who you are
and now i do too.