No one is safe. This is chapter number two. I feel like I could write a thousand death threats a day. I feel like I could mean every single one with all of my heart. My life is a secret battle field. Didn't you hear? I'm done wading through bullshit. From this point on, officialy. Officially bullshit. We can't be friends, remember? You are the
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Want to join my militia?
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Thats hardcore!
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Listen to that slow song on the satyricon ep...the one that is black on black...and play perfect dark. It blows minds.
I am vehemently anti-bullshit. Ask me, I'll tell you.
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