Sunday 20 December 2009 photo 5/6
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Sunday 20 December 2009 photo 5/6
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You say that I'm insane, just because I love the pain. Whenever I think of slaugther, I engage in a raging laugther. I think of carnage, I think of blood. I think of fallen men, dying in mud. I gave your god the finger, and said to him that he's but a bringer, of bullshit. Therefore the send me to the pit, of flames and that shit. But hell, it spat me out, because I was to stout. The devil, he was a bitch, I raped him and now his ass needs a stitch. I wear a nice guy mask, in solid purpose of my task. I am here to corrupt and slay you all, and watch your great heroes fall. Your life is nothing but a joke, and when you read this I hope you fucking choke, by the thoughts of my mind, 'cause deep inside, I'm not that fucking kind. I don't have no shame, but you do, and you're fucking lame. I will listen to your sad stories and gouge your eyes out and then skullfuck you, you fucking fuck. But most of what I've said is but sweet dreams to me, but in the end, all of this I am, or will be. When you read this and get shocked, I feel better, but the heavier thoughts remain locked. Peace! -Me, whenever I like to