In LoserFuckery, I lay bare the sad, brutal reality of your existence as nothing more than a pathetic puppet

—a mindless slut for the thrill of being used. You're trapped, mentally gangbanged by countless women who see nothing but dollar signs in your loneliness and desperation.

You're not desired; you're used, drained, reduced to a hollow vessel with nothing but your wallet getting any action. While you cling to empty screens, the hands of many— including mine-reach in, stretching you down to your last dime. This is your existence, raw and unfiltered, as I remind you of e...

In LoserFuckery, I lay bare the sad, brutal reality of your existence as nothing more than a pathetic puppet

—a mindless slut for the thrill of being used. You're trapped, mentally gangbanged by countless women who see nothing but dollar signs in your loneliness and desperation.

You're not desired; you're used, drained, reduced to a hollow vessel with nothing but your wallet getting any action. While you cling to empty screens, the hands of many— including mine-reach in, stretching you down to your last dime. This is your existence, raw and unfiltered, as I remind you of exactly how little you mean beyond the dollars you throw away.