What the Fuckville

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What the Fuckville?
By Hunter Cope

Wake Up. Take my pill. Open my eyes. Time to bathe the baby. In blood – that’s the best way to wash a dirty baby. Blood. Lot’s of it. Human blood is best. Does the trick just right. Bathe the baby in blood. Bathe the baby in blood again. Take My Pill. Go to sleep.

Just another moment here in What the fuckville, another minute RIGHT here in Crazyland, another a fucking day, another dollar spent on another pill taking me away from this really fucked up place. I am living in a constant state of questioning, a constant state of – what the fuck?

Wake up. Take my pill. Open my eyes. Time to kill the baby. With water – that’s the best way to kill a bad baby boy. Drown the baby. In a bathtub, probably. Or a bucket. Get a bucket from the well. Fill it with water. Drown the baby. Take My Pill. Go to sleep. Have some fucked up nightmares cause I just killed a motherfucking baby.

Yes, that’s what he do here in What the fuckville. That’s our speciality – making people say WHAT THE FUCK!? Since 1547 A.D. What the fuck does that mean? Who the fuck knows? And You know what, fuck you for asking so many goddamn questions!

Wake up. Take my pill. Take another one. Take 500 pills. I’m fucked up. Stumble around. Put my dick in the ice maker. Fall asleep. Wake up…take my pill. Fall back to sleep.

What you have just seen here is another classic moment from What the fuckville, a place where you can be whoever you want to be, because what the fuck? Who cares? What does it all mean? Fuck you, cocksucker!

Time to take another pill.

Wake Up. Take My pill. Open my eyes. I’ve killed seven babies this week. I’m falling behind. My boss is getting mad but you know what – FUCK HIM! What the fuck does he know? He’s not the one that’s gotta determine which babies to kill and which babies to bathe. I got a hard fucking job but, what the fuck? Someone’s gotta play God. And in this whacked out, screw loose, shell shocked and cock locked - mad, mad, mad, mad, mad mother fucking world---

We got to ask ourselves – What the fuck am I doing here?

And where the fuck are my pills?

Thanks,
Hunter Cope