Reality Muppet-Whore Tila Tequila Again Loses Shot at Fake Love, Composes Angry Poem on MySpace

Tila then proceeds to cry and tell the confessional camera, “I [sob] don’t know why [sniffle] I keep getting my heart broken.”  Maybe because you make out with their moms and make them eat pig vaginas?  Just a thought. 

To her credit, Tila continued the charade onto MySpace, where she has apparently already moved on to the ANGER stage in the grieving process.  To wit, this poem she left for us all to enjoy today:

BITCHES AIN’T SHIT BUT HOES AND TRICKS!

Thunderfuck my mouth is shut. Been a while, feel like a cunt.
Can’t wait for this drama to pass.
Oh the joy…..fuck you. My ass.
Live a lie.
Tell my mind.
Over soon. I can’t deny.
You will all soon see, the truth in my eyes.

Smile on my face, the loving embrace….but instead I’ll punch you in the face.
For a long time coming….I let you touch me….now that it’s over bitch….You better start running.
Pent up inside….telling these lies….this has gone too far…..the world will soon die.

Only 1 more day. To feel this way. Tomorrow I smile….brings another day!

Back to myself. Nobody else. Fuck all this bullshit. I’m back to myself. Yes. Thank the fuck God.

Tila

Oh, Tila.  We know this was just a set-up for guaranteeing a Season 3 of your exhibitionist shit show, but maybe you should just go back to pole dancing or whatever it was you used to do and quit this reality gig before one of these unstable idiots pulls a gun and someone really gets hurt. 

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