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Opinion: Come Over Here and Say That Shit

What did you just say to me? Why don’t you come over here and say that shit, mother fucker?! Yeah, I didn’t think you, so little bitch. I’m not afraid of you and your south mouth. I’ll wipe that fuckin’ smirk off your face. If you were literally five feet closer to me, I would end you. You are lucky my lady is right here or I would fuck you up. Yeah, not so mouthy now, are you?

Make your move, I dare you! I heard you talking shit about me, come say it to my face. This bar is quite noisy and perhaps I am an unreliable witness only hearing what I wanted to hear. So, step up and repeat yourself and make sure to enunciate before I drop you like a bag of dirt. Yeah, you ain’t coming over here. In fact, you are like Aristotle’s arrow, neither moving to where it is, nor to where it is not. Pussy ass bitch.

According to Zeno’s, you walk toward me half the distance at a time, you will never actually reach me. That Greek philosopher just saved your bitch ass. If it weren’t for that paradox, you would be bloody on the floor right now. Since you haven’t walked over here yet, you have been both knocked out and walked away like a little girl at the same time. You’re Schrodinger’s Bitch.

If we look at the distance between us in context of the distance from the Earth to the Sun we are basically already on top of one another but if it is measured in the distance between atoms we couldn’t be further from each other. In fact, you might not even be here, mother fucker. If you subscribe to the Solipsism school, which luck for your ass I do, I can only be sure that I exist.

I think, therefore I am… and I think you said some shit that is going to get you beat down.

 
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