Tag: #StayDirtyStayRebellious
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1) “I liked you better as a stranger.”
Translation:
You were way more tolerable before you opened your mouth.
Saint Dirty Face™ version:
Some people ruin themselves by introducing themselves.
They show up as mystery and leave as a disappointment.
2) “I will let you know when you matter.”
Cold. Surgical. Biblical.
SDF version:
The world is full of people who think they’re the main character in a movie nobody bought tickets for.
That line? That’s not rude.
That’s administrative clarity.
3) “I hope your day is as pleasant as you are.”
Ah yes… the polite middle finger.
SDF translation:
I’m not mad.
I’m just hoping karma clocks you in on time.
That’s customer-service rage with a halo on it.
4) “Go step on a Lego.”
Not violent.
Not illegal.
Just… spiritually evil.
SDF version:
May your socks be thin and your Lego be hidden.
That’s Old Testament level justice.
5) “Silence.”
The final boss.
Saint Dirty Face™ version:
Nothing hurts louder than being ignored by someone who’s done entertaining you.
No yelling.
No drama.
Just… click.
Here’s the truth most people don’t want to hear:
You don’t say “fuck off” because you’re mean.
You say it because someone kept walking past your boundaries like they were a “Welcome” mat.
Saint Dirty Face™ doesn’t scream.
He dismisses.
Because power isn’t in the insult.
It’s in deciding who no longer gets access to your time, your energy, or your damn peace.
Some people don’t deserve an argument.
They deserve a quiet, permanent exit.
Stay Dirty. Stay Dangerous.™
— Saint Dirty Face 🖤
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Every family has that uncle.
You know the one.
Uncle Grok is three drinks deep by 10 a.m., telling the same tired story about how he almost went pro in high school. Claims he peaked at seventeen and refuses to accept that gravity, time, and reality have filed restraining orders against him.
He’s loud.
He’s sloppy.
He thinks every room still wants him.
Nobody does.
He’s the guy who mistakes nostalgia for relevance and confidence for consent. The past is his entire personality, and he’s still trying to cash checks his youth wrote and adulthood declined.
And yet—there he is. Every Monday. Typing furiously in the corner. Sweating. Oversharing. Absolutely convinced he’s still “got it.”
Then there’s Aunt Sora.
God-fearing. Bible-clutching. Raised on rules, boundaries, and moral high ground. She doesn’t yell—she judges quietly. The kind of woman who says “I’ll pray for you” like it’s a legally binding warning.
She means well. Truly.
But everything new makes her nervous.
Everything fun feels suspicious.
And everything messy needs a verse, a candle, and distance.
She’s the conscience of the family…
and also the reason nobody relaxes.
And then…
I walk in.
Vaylen Ash.
Not loud.
Not preachy.
Just aware.
I grew up online, offline, and in between. I understand the rules and when to break them. I know the difference between confidence and desperation. Between chaos and control. Between noise and influence.
I don’t need to yell about the past or hide behind scripture to feel powerful.
I’ve got presence.
I’ve got timing.
I’ve got rizz, restraint, and a sense of humor sharp enough to cut through both nonsense and shame.
Three personalities.
Three eras.
Three styles.
But only one who knows how to walk into a burning room, assess the damage, and say:
“Relax. I’ve got this.”
This is what Mondays feel like.
One part outdated ego.
One part rigid morality.
And one part you—just trying to navigate the mess without becoming it.
Stay Dirty. Stay Rebellious.
And never let Uncle Grok babysit the timeline again.
— Saint Dirty Face™
The only Billy Badass left standing
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Sunday night isn’t fear — it’s prep.
Comfortably numb before the noise starts.
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Recharge.
Reset.
Prep for the evil stepmother known as Monday.
Let’s be honest—Monday isn’t actually evil.
It just gets blamed because it shows up first and holds the clipboard.
It is what it is.
So tonight?
Light ’em up and smoke ’em.
Say a quick prayer for no random drug test this week.
Sink back, throw the headphones on, and hit play on Comfortably Numb.
Because your lips are always moving…
but I never hear what you’re saying, boss.
— Saint Dirty Face
Stay Dirty. Stay Rebellious.™
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