The Punk Diaries
The Punk Diaries
Odious stays odious. There ain’t no fair representation of that. A Punk is a Punk. Dressed up to make the suckers happy or not.
A punk is a punk. Punk punks are grand punks. Punks who play the messengers of all media just punk out the suckers, intimidate the weak minded, sell ripe punkdom to fans who wish the powers of same. Punk’s powers don’t transfer …… they just get appealed to as in all good master – submissive relationships. Punk’s punks envision themselves masters ……. not the sucker submissives they’ve become. Either bang with the punk and bask in his temporary favor …. submit to odious charm …. be always afraid …. very afraid.
Mr Punk will never turn on me …….. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. I will never turn on Mr Punk …… I will never turn on Mr Punk …… I will never turn on Mr Punk …… Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Mr Punk will never turn on me ……. Oh please…. Oh please…. Oh please…. Oh …. my soul…
Treating Punk as other than Punk calls forth on moral judgements.
Odious stays odious. There ain’t no fair representation of that. A punk is a Punk. Dressed up to make the suckers happy or not.
The Punk is playing one game … the rest are just too, too basic, too too intimidated, weak, afraid, too too fair and balanced to play it back.
Authoritarians need authority. Authoritarians live on authority. Authoritarians playing their authoritarian little dangerous games function only in the authoritarian zone.
Mr. Punk is an authoritarian. He knows the game well. He plays it well after years of practice. Those who deal with him in his authoritarian realms, on his authoritarian terms, are fools. They treat the encounters, personal, professional, as regular interactions…. playing dupes to the bloodhound, playing fodder for the attacking wolf..
Ceding all and any advantage they accept that the Punk is not an authoritarian punk and just let themselves be had….. the punk knows his prey for the supplicant drones and drapes that they are.
The Punk is playing one game … the rest are just too, too basic, too too intimidated, weak, afraid, too too fair and balanced to play it back. Death matches are death matches …. not walks in the park or excuses for business as normal.
Deny the Punk authority, stupid. Deny the Punk authority or be the poor, lame supplicants forever …. forever knowing the thrill and shame of kissing the ring. Deny the Punk the authority.
The punk wins ….. the rest of the simpering pack chooses to kneel.
The Punk likes to talk Punk. The Punk just craves his craves ……. his tough, masculine craves.
The Punk likes to talk Punk. Talking Punk is a very manly, gratifyingly erotic thing to do for punks of all stripes, sizes, compensations, needs of general release and open trips to an incessantly onanistic orgy.
The Punk likes to talk Punk. Talking Punk is good for sadism, auto eroticism, connecting with limped cored brown shirts and sensually challenged fever blisters who thrive upon the longings for smash and maim, jack boots and decimation. Punk talk is rife in the language of sensual release. Ahhh …. the thrills of a good whupping …. the joys of a good, feeding frenzied hate.
The Punk likes to talk Punk. The brown shirt army is his for the making. The jack booted mavens are his for the beckoning. The numbed headed followers are his for the wanting. The force of the rancid will is his in his heaven, is his in his lusts. The punk lusts after his lusts. The lusts of a fevered punk.
Listen to the punk Punk. Listen to him yelp. Listen to the punk Punk.
Talking Punk is breathing. Being Punk is seething. Releasing Punk is ….
The Punk loves to talk Punk. He craves who he craves.
The Punk just craves his craves ……. his tough, masculine craves.
The Punk as Debbie Dominator. Playing nice does not Dominance make.
The Punk as Debbie Dominator.
The Punk likes being on top.
The Punk likes dominating.
The punk wants to be on top …… the grim picture of his mind.
The Punk wants the right to say boo and screw and ooooooooo, ahhhhh, ohhhhh.
The Punk wants to win ….. to be only in that heavenly position of Dominance.
The joy and release for the Punk.
Playing human with other boys and girls does not Dominance make.
Debbie Dominator against the world
The Punk going it alone. Debbie Dominator against the world. The detached rants and plants and vile chants. The Punk goes it alone.
Owes nothin’ to nobody, no how, no way. The Punk goes it alone.
His army beacons ….. his punks and skunks, praying monks. The thrill of their aggression needs be harnessed and focused and made ready for intimidation, fear, blows …. all the tender uses of the mob.. The Punk goes it alone.
Who will stand up to Debbie Punk when he will threaten to get his lovers after those who deserve not to be?
Just see Debbie in power.
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