Morning is the worst time of the day.
I hate when people fucking wake up. I didn't end up falling asleep last night. That bird wouldn't leave, so I grabbed it by the wing and slammed its head into the ground. It looked fucking dizzy or some shit, then I wringed it's neck so I could feel it stop breathing. God damn that was a fucking turn on I only wish he had been a fucking human. There's always tomorrow.
Ew. fuck that. "Theres always tomorrow" I'm not a fucking optimist. Now it's my personal goal to not fucking live until tomorrow. God fucking bloody damn.
So anyway this god damn brown ass dead bird is right here, I'm thinking well shit I should've stolen some of my mom's crappy ass corporate food on my way out, because now I'm fucking hungry. So I dug my nail into the bird until I felt blood and I sucked the blood out like juice. It was fucking delicious but I kept getting fucking pissed off when feathers would get in my mouth. God I missed being pissed off. Nothing really has pissed me off in a long time, just annoyed me. That blood on my hands really just fucking opened me the hell up. I used all the strength I had to throw the bird against the wall just to watch it fall to the ground. This made me laugh so fucking hard that I picked up the bird and did it again and again. I probably did that about 20 times before the bird just came apart so much and it's guts were all over the fucking room. I was just throwing pieces of the bird at the end.
So that blood really fucking filled me up for a while. Then it made me feel really fucking sick so I vomitted all over the place, mostly in this one corner of the room. After I vomitted I felt so sick to my stomach it was wonderful, so I just laid down and thought about my nausea. Then I realized there were a few ways I could make it even more intense, so I stood up and started spinning around in circles. I threw up again, then I started moshing and screaming. Well that went on for a good couple hours until the cops came. I saw their lights and ran the fuck out of there. There was lots of my DNA there, with my blood, vomit, and shit, but there was also bird carcus all over the place, so I don't think there was any way they couldve traced it back to me. So then I was just fucking walking around again, mostly trying to avoid the cops. I found a forest that was behind a fucking neighborhood of cookie cutter houses. I thought of breaking into one, murdering the whole family and sleeping in their beds for the night, but then I remembered my goal of the moment was to lose the cops and end my life. That plan would continue life, and basically give me away, even considering all police officers are retarded. it's a known fact.
So I went into these woods and found a place with internet right behind this big ass tree near a stupid house made of siding. I'm posting this, and then looking at some photos of genocide, then I'm going to jack off, and hopefully end my life. If I never write in here again you'll know I was successful.
Anti peace and fucking terror,
XXX
Ew. fuck that. "Theres always tomorrow" I'm not a fucking optimist. Now it's my personal goal to not fucking live until tomorrow. God fucking bloody damn.
So anyway this god damn brown ass dead bird is right here, I'm thinking well shit I should've stolen some of my mom's crappy ass corporate food on my way out, because now I'm fucking hungry. So I dug my nail into the bird until I felt blood and I sucked the blood out like juice. It was fucking delicious but I kept getting fucking pissed off when feathers would get in my mouth. God I missed being pissed off. Nothing really has pissed me off in a long time, just annoyed me. That blood on my hands really just fucking opened me the hell up. I used all the strength I had to throw the bird against the wall just to watch it fall to the ground. This made me laugh so fucking hard that I picked up the bird and did it again and again. I probably did that about 20 times before the bird just came apart so much and it's guts were all over the fucking room. I was just throwing pieces of the bird at the end.
So that blood really fucking filled me up for a while. Then it made me feel really fucking sick so I vomitted all over the place, mostly in this one corner of the room. After I vomitted I felt so sick to my stomach it was wonderful, so I just laid down and thought about my nausea. Then I realized there were a few ways I could make it even more intense, so I stood up and started spinning around in circles. I threw up again, then I started moshing and screaming. Well that went on for a good couple hours until the cops came. I saw their lights and ran the fuck out of there. There was lots of my DNA there, with my blood, vomit, and shit, but there was also bird carcus all over the place, so I don't think there was any way they couldve traced it back to me. So then I was just fucking walking around again, mostly trying to avoid the cops. I found a forest that was behind a fucking neighborhood of cookie cutter houses. I thought of breaking into one, murdering the whole family and sleeping in their beds for the night, but then I remembered my goal of the moment was to lose the cops and end my life. That plan would continue life, and basically give me away, even considering all police officers are retarded. it's a known fact.
So I went into these woods and found a place with internet right behind this big ass tree near a stupid house made of siding. I'm posting this, and then looking at some photos of genocide, then I'm going to jack off, and hopefully end my life. If I never write in here again you'll know I was successful.
Anti peace and fucking terror,
XXX