BUGS LIFE

So i was discussing what to do with my "boot blog" and My ol lady says "Why dont you do it in the perspective of an ant?" and my only reply was it was too short... But then i got to thinking, and i came to a realization. You are like bugs... You little faggots are nothing more than maggots feeding off of trash. Compare it to a life of a bug, most spend their life trying to please a "QUEEN BUG" just like you work your ass off to please your wife/mistress what ever... you take forever to bring home the bread and when you do its usually for someone else... Then you have the hole does insects count as incest?? i dont know, and the fact that you do means your gay, just remember that... So on one of your only adventures to please someone else the bugs go a little off course, for them it might be like walking through my door, coming out of the sidewalk, or stealing my food. You go off course by walking in public, coming out of the closet, or TRYING TO GET WITHIN TEN FEET OF ME!!! When this happens in your life it is the most amazing thing you have ever seen. Its like a giant glowing with energy, that shakes the ground as he walks and bends the trees with his voice. Instantly you freeze in amazement, but then the fear kicks in, and no matter what you cant seem to run away from me. It is like im following you everywhere without any effort. you drop my potato chip and begin to run back the direction you came. But then it gets dark, you begin to stumble and second guess which direction you are headed. The wind begins to pick up as the darkness continues to cover the ground. You look up trying to see what your fate has brought you, but all you can see is a giant black sole coming down towards you. With no time to run you try to hide in the cracks of the floor but its no use. The boot makes contact with you as you begin to feel the pressure try and brake you. Wiggling and squirming around you try to break free. Finally the pressure is slowly released and light covers the ground again. A loud deep voice breaks the silence. Trying to walk you realize that option has been removed, for you have lose feeling in half your body. Before you can think of a plan b the darkness begins to return. The pressure is more sudden and you begin your final plea... Arms stretched out trying to reach for safety, the pressure increases as the boot begins to pivot. The lugs under the boots twist you little spineless body until you are torn in pieces, leaving nothing but an imprint of my boot. So you see, i view you faggots as maggots, You eat shit, spend your life for someone else, and always end up under my boot.