John Gartland is an asshole.
Yep, you got it.
But this post isn't about this criminal who steals money from struggling writers, photographers, and musicians.
Nothing worse.
Then he cries and makes up more lies about how hard done he was and how he's the victim.
Victims don't beg for money.
Victims don't know everything about Western Union.
I swear to god he's on Messenger exposing his cock all day and then asking for payments.
I never thought he'd stoop that low to begging.
At least Joe Writeson had a reason for asking for money.
He needed to pay his son's tuition fee.
And I got an eye full of his gorgeous wife.
I really should have fucked her.
I reckon Joe would have been all for it.
Well in fact, he was all for it.
Whereas with John Gartland, he's just a snake in the grass.
He'll nip at your ankles.
Oh, wait, he's a dog.
He goes for the ankle.
I hope he chokes on the camembert cheese and baguette bread he bought from the money he begged from me. Boy, he was pathetic and an expensive online Pal.
He always thought he was worth more than $500.
He learned from the Union, go slow.
He went so slow that I gave up hounding him for a proper edit. He never asked me one question, that's how thorough Gartland was an editor. For years he'd say, 'hope you don't get offended, but your work needs an edit.'
No, but I was offended when you sucked like a blow-job whore and then demanded the cash, 'yesterday.'
He wanted me to edit his tracks.
But he wanted me to pay for the privilege of doing that.
I'm going to fuck you over Gartland.
Blood pressure rising.
I take my medications.
His face comes into focus.
'Catch me if you can, Fatso.'
I can only hope to fuck his delicious wife.
That's the only way I can recoup the cash and time I've donated to the fucker.
'The artistic terrorist, way to go,' said Bongo Chimp.
Yeah, this is for you.
He stole from me fair and square.
His sensitivity ranks up there with a black widow spider.
Don't ever get caught in his web.
I promised myself I'd never write about the fucktard again.
Oh well, Happy Easter folks. And watch out for a poet of disrepute, HE WANTS YOUR MONEY, YESTERDAY!!!!
