That's right world...
Fuck you. I've got this Livejournal for one reason and one reason only...and that's to inform the world that you're all a bunch of misguided losers. And if any of you want to challenge me, I'll fuck you up! I will fuck you up and make you wish you never crossed me the wrong way.
Today, for example. I was walking around the Bennington Campus and I saw Security Guard Bill spill coffee on his shoes. So I laughed at him. And can you guess what he had the nerve to do after that? Can you? He smiled at me. He smiled and walked away.
That pretty much set me off into one of the worst moods I've had in the past 8 years. I started screaming to everyone that I saw that I was going to fuck them up and throw little packets of sugar at them.
And low and behold, can you guess what happened? Can you? Everyone started leaving campus. I'm serious. Cars started coming out of nowhere and people started packing up their stuff and leaving town.
So you see, you pathetic internet cases, I've got power. I've got pride. I've got badass influence over anyone I come in contact with. You disagree with me? Do you? Well, fuck you...I will fuck you up. You're all the lower portion on the food chain. The Earth needs a lot of you to stay alive because you're simple and easily disposable. I'm the top rung sweet Horatio mama. I'm the dangerous "you can't take too much of me" top-rung, ready to fatten up anybody I meet. With my fists.
Tonight I'm gonna start with whoever drew the crappy picture of me, that I'm using as my icon. I'm only using it to show the rest of the world what talentless fucks you all are. Take my advice, don't get on my side. That's right, my 'side'. I don't have different good and bad sides. It's all bad. So don't come across it. Or else, it's the flagpole for you.
Today, for example. I was walking around the Bennington Campus and I saw Security Guard Bill spill coffee on his shoes. So I laughed at him. And can you guess what he had the nerve to do after that? Can you? He smiled at me. He smiled and walked away.
That pretty much set me off into one of the worst moods I've had in the past 8 years. I started screaming to everyone that I saw that I was going to fuck them up and throw little packets of sugar at them.
And low and behold, can you guess what happened? Can you? Everyone started leaving campus. I'm serious. Cars started coming out of nowhere and people started packing up their stuff and leaving town.
So you see, you pathetic internet cases, I've got power. I've got pride. I've got badass influence over anyone I come in contact with. You disagree with me? Do you? Well, fuck you...I will fuck you up. You're all the lower portion on the food chain. The Earth needs a lot of you to stay alive because you're simple and easily disposable. I'm the top rung sweet Horatio mama. I'm the dangerous "you can't take too much of me" top-rung, ready to fatten up anybody I meet. With my fists.
Tonight I'm gonna start with whoever drew the crappy picture of me, that I'm using as my icon. I'm only using it to show the rest of the world what talentless fucks you all are. Take my advice, don't get on my side. That's right, my 'side'. I don't have different good and bad sides. It's all bad. So don't come across it. Or else, it's the flagpole for you.