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| So angry at your world of shit & pain I couldn't focus. |
Fuck you & the horse you rode in on, fuck the slumlords, fuck the squealing rat informers (I know who you are, you little shit!) fuck the police & the licensed clinical social workers, & fuck the psychiatric jail & every shitheel there. Sad that no one cares until I bring out the desire to kill. Is it any wonder I'm so tired of the constant shit & can think only of killing? (Why don't
you think a minute before calling the police this time, asshole? Maybe killing isn't
all I can think of. There's torture. Killing seems entirely too easy. I want these people to
hurt before they go! Is it permitted to wish I had a slumlord in the iron maiden, or on the rack? 'Though water torture would be the obvious crime-specific punishment for the slumlord. Drip drip drip drip ...)
Oh, fuck UnitedHealthcare & the United Snakes Postal Service too. Who do those mother-fuckers think they are that they can fuck w/ ME?!
Thank you for your attention to this message. (Who am I kidding? No one pays attention except to find ways to hurt me. Well, two can play at that game. And when one of them has a lawyer ...)
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