Not that I'd feel bad if I had killed anyone (And you can't prove nuthin'!); no, it's that there are millions upon millions of subhuman morons who are destroying the world & the planet & deserve death a priori, but I've not killed one of them yet! It's really nagging at me.
Don't get your panties in a twist, moribund losers! I am only the executioner, carrying out the sentence Nature has so deservedly given each & every one of you walking corpses. There. Is that enough for one of you squealing rat informants to call the fucking police again? Far as I'm concerned, you're all fucking squealers until proven otherwise.
P.S.: T. Tex Edwards was the previous occupant of the house I lived in Silver Lake through the mid-1980s & early '90s, before he moved back to Texas. And did anyone call the fucking pigs to have the authors of the song committed? No. Different fucking story w/ me. Open season on Bouffant if he dares to express himself or shares his "feelings". Again, hypocrisy is the greatest sin of all!
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