Just My Type

Just My Type

from: A Steve Cureton Hater
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Let me make something crystal clear. Its not just a mood, or a whim, or an emotion that will pass... I HATE Steven Earl Cureton's guts. When I say "HATE", I'm not just throwing out the first word that pops in my head. I HATE that motherfucker, with all my heart and soul, with all my being. Does that make you sick? I'm sorry. I'm just being honest. I'm being REAL. I mean what I say. I sincerely hope I don't ever see that bastard, I'm not sure I can resist the urge inside me. I don't trust myself, because I KNOW how much I hate that motherfucker. You'd think I would hate Cox more, but I don't. Cox is off his rocker, yes, I hate his guts, too, but he's a nut case. Cureton is actually more depraved and chickenshit, he wants to PROFIT from Cox's fucked up-ness, at MY expense. And when Babycat and Buddy wind up MURDERED in the process, Cureton tries to say "it seems unlikely". No, motherfucker, as a matter of fact, it seems very likely, and you know it. And I know you know it. And NeverForget knows you know it, you bastard. So its only natural that we would be friends... GOOD friends.

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