I promised Myself I'd comment on the first comment I came across, which just happened to be yours. So now I'm stuck with the thankless task of trying to come up with a reply to your innane comment. Is that seriously all you can come up with? You leave an indellible mark upon the landscape of the new digital age and "I hope he looks nice" is the most intelligent, insightful phase that can make it out of your incestuous, hateful mouth? You truly are the belligerent, asinine prototype.
I find your existence distasteful. I want to put my hand inside your gallbladder and squeeze it until bile launches from your mouth, so that spectators might see the real life analogue of what you produce on crossfire. I want to massage your heart until it fires assymetric rythmns and eventually kills you, because something so out of sync with humanity deserve an ironic death. I want to slice your brain post mortem, and show it to school children so they may see the horrors of a life spent in mediocrity. I want to pin your dick, no matter how large or small, on the walls of a museum dedicated solely to identifying "Those who must not procreate.".
To summate. I wish that you, and all those like you should suffer, beyond that which one would call humane, beyond what one could even call inhumane. We will have to invent new words to describe the suffering you should be subject to. We will have books dedicated to explaining the mental and physical anguish that you, and any of your ancestors, will have to endure. I wish the word would recognise the futility of existing in the same physical space as entities like you. That is all.
I'm mad at everyone who thinks they can reply to a lengty comment with a tl;dr. I'm so mad that I can't take it anymore. Something has to give, and it's probably going to be my keyboard. You, and the people like you, are the kind to tune out of intelligent discourse, your the kind to stare blankly at the man who offers sage wisdom, the kind to deny the chance of true opportunity. You are the cancer of this earth. The idea that anything of more than 10 words in length is verbose, that it's message can not possibly warrant a word count more than ten, is abhorrent. That thoughts and ideas must be limited to the 160 characters limit that cell phone companies have imposed on your mind is truley revolting. Yes, I'm mad, and what are you going to do about it in 160 characters or less?
I unfortunately googled your comment to see what you were talking about. That post is an all out assualt on the english language. Kudos to whoever wrote it, for creating the worlds first declaration of war which didn't at any point contain the word "war".
Frop.
im sure he looks nice by the way, very nice.
I find your existence distasteful. I want to put my hand inside your gallbladder and squeeze it until bile launches from your mouth, so that spectators might see the real life analogue of what you produce on crossfire. I want to massage your heart until it fires assymetric rythmns and eventually kills you, because something so out of sync with humanity deserve an ironic death. I want to slice your brain post mortem, and show it to school children so they may see the horrors of a life spent in mediocrity. I want to pin your dick, no matter how large or small, on the walls of a museum dedicated solely to identifying "Those who must not procreate.".
To summate. I wish that you, and all those like you should suffer, beyond that which one would call humane, beyond what one could even call inhumane. We will have to invent new words to describe the suffering you should be subject to. We will have books dedicated to explaining the mental and physical anguish that you, and any of your ancestors, will have to endure. I wish the word would recognise the futility of existing in the same physical space as entities like you. That is all.
u mad?
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