i will ravage some man tonight with this pent-up sexual aggression i will ravage him and forget about you forever. blood boiling artery choking dehabilitating life-supporting schizophrenia. ether-infused helium balloons will make your entire body float, including your soul, your ego and your shadow. everything else will sink around you and scream and shout and drown. blood boiling vein popping forehead stew mashed organs with a side of you. i will ravage some man tonight because i hate you so much right now. i will eat him alive and bury him too. the fucking bastard. celibate mourning i am in grief that is why i am dressed in black. i cut my bangs because you brushed them out of my eyes. blood boiling oxygen pumping lung-drying foaming rabies, tuberculosis or meningitis, HIV/aids. you have it all you filthy bastard. i will ravage some man tonight and give him all your nasty diseases it will bury him fast. death i love so much, more than anything. it is the only thing i patiently await as i scurry around earth pushing idle ideas and doing-nothings. while i yell at you for no goddamn reason. what the fuck do i care you filthy disease-ridden child-eating chauvinist bastard. you monster oh you monster. i hate you so much i will ravage some man tonight in every possible way and i do not care who he is. he is not you that's all that matters. never will be, true. i hate you so much right now i could slit open every vein in my body and laugh hysterically as i bled to death. i would devise a way to self-tape VHS mail it to you that would bury you alright. you don't want me fine i'll ravage mine tonight. there is nothing good about you anyway except for your cock, it is the only part of you that is not tainted by some irreversible, repulsive, deformed imperfection. nothing superficial obvious just an inherent ugliness of being. i am repulsive outright, so much that my being, which is repugnant, becomes beautiful in comparison. isn't that wonderful? life's mercy they say. you self-depricating clinical asylum prescription psychopath, jump off a fucking bridge why dont you and get it over with. handgun-loaded ejaculation street walking whore shoot me now and fill me with your bath-warm gooeyness grey translucent bitter fluid. blood blood blood blood cum all over me release my veins from this hyena existing.
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