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I hate you.
I hate you more than any living person has ever hated another living person in the history of time itself. Speaking of time, I will hate you forever. That's a long time. Sure, I might say I don't hate you later. But I will. Deep down. At the core of my very being. The sheer essence that is me. It's been imprinted upon my DNA. This hate runs so deep that, should I every have this misfortune of having offspring, they will also hate you, directly out of the womb.
I hope you die in a fire, you worthless sack of fecal matter. You have no redeeming qualities about you whatsoever. Just before you gasp your last, meaningless breath (and I hope to the gods that I'm the cause of your hopefully grisly demise), I want you to look up at me and begin to utter something. Anything. Simply so that I may have the pleasure of stepping on your throat.
If i were a different person, if we were different people, perhaps things would be different. Perhaps you'd be dead already, and were that the case, then I've no doubt that I'd soon have followed. Hopefully some innocent bystanders would get physically ill simply from witnessing your battered, broken, and mutilated body.
I'd ask that the gods have mercy on your soul since I won't, but you aren't deserving of any from anyone, regardless of divinity.
But, enough of that.
Its election day kids. Vote! Hell, see if they let you vote twice.
I hate you more than any living person has ever hated another living person in the history of time itself. Speaking of time, I will hate you forever. That's a long time. Sure, I might say I don't hate you later. But I will. Deep down. At the core of my very being. The sheer essence that is me. It's been imprinted upon my DNA. This hate runs so deep that, should I every have this misfortune of having offspring, they will also hate you, directly out of the womb.
I hope you die in a fire, you worthless sack of fecal matter. You have no redeeming qualities about you whatsoever. Just before you gasp your last, meaningless breath (and I hope to the gods that I'm the cause of your hopefully grisly demise), I want you to look up at me and begin to utter something. Anything. Simply so that I may have the pleasure of stepping on your throat.
If i were a different person, if we were different people, perhaps things would be different. Perhaps you'd be dead already, and were that the case, then I've no doubt that I'd soon have followed. Hopefully some innocent bystanders would get physically ill simply from witnessing your battered, broken, and mutilated body.
I'd ask that the gods have mercy on your soul since I won't, but you aren't deserving of any from anyone, regardless of divinity.
But, enough of that.
Its election day kids. Vote! Hell, see if they let you vote twice.