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Let me explain something to you fucking peensmiths. Not everything I write is about one singular person. In fact, nothing is. I never mention any names - that's because it's never anyone in particular that I am talking about. When I'm in a pissed off mood, which I often am, I tend towards writing pissed off things. I can tap deeply into my prodigious well of hatred without having to envision one single person as my inspiration.
Is that clear enough for you? Does that make sense? Can your third grade reading level grasp the words I am typing here? I hope so.
I am not so pathetic that I have to obsess over my particular hatred of any one person. I hate a lot of people. I am a raging ball of fuzzy, fuming anger. FUZZY, I TELL YOU! When I seethe and berate, do not mistake my intentions. I would not make any sort of effigy in the image of anyone in particular that I hate, as that would be giving them far more of my attention than they deserve. I'd prefer to let all of those faceless sheep blend together into one multi-faceted reflection of my intense rage.
It just works better this way.
So, in closing, stop believing that you can interpret anything I write here. In whatever you presume, you are mistaken. I mean, jesus christ, I write a deep entry about Oregon Trail and everyone thinks I'm obsessing over some fat bitch with an even fatter ego (okay, that was somewhat unique to one person). OREGON TRAIL, PEOPLE. Load up your god damn wagon and strike west. It has nothing to do with anything.
JACKASSES
Is that clear enough for you? Does that make sense? Can your third grade reading level grasp the words I am typing here? I hope so.
I am not so pathetic that I have to obsess over my particular hatred of any one person. I hate a lot of people. I am a raging ball of fuzzy, fuming anger. FUZZY, I TELL YOU! When I seethe and berate, do not mistake my intentions. I would not make any sort of effigy in the image of anyone in particular that I hate, as that would be giving them far more of my attention than they deserve. I'd prefer to let all of those faceless sheep blend together into one multi-faceted reflection of my intense rage.
It just works better this way.
So, in closing, stop believing that you can interpret anything I write here. In whatever you presume, you are mistaken. I mean, jesus christ, I write a deep entry about Oregon Trail and everyone thinks I'm obsessing over some fat bitch with an even fatter ego (okay, that was somewhat unique to one person). OREGON TRAIL, PEOPLE. Load up your god damn wagon and strike west. It has nothing to do with anything.
JACKASSES