Feel much better, as I again woke up so consumed w/ hate, pain & rage that I couldn't return to sleep for wishing that every fucking slumlord & squealer on this planet were dead, dead, dead.
There, not a specific threat, just a fervent desire. Can you fucking fruitbats call the police because I'm thinking bad thoughts about you? Wait'll I name names in the lawsuit, you pieces of shit!
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