To me dearest bitch-ass motherfucker--
I’m utterly sickened by your continued cowardly, spineless, passive-aggressive tactics. While you think your level of believability is tantamount to morality, my blood simmers white hot beneath my leathery skin, knowing your credibility is no higher than a slithering snake's ass. Your veiled attempts to beguile others with factitious slights are unrelenting and nauseating, but, luckily, enveloped in futility. I do fear, however, you might succeed in my ruin due to your leech-like persistence to homogenize your ambiance into artifice.
If you're going to attempt bring me down, come with the facts and not perpetuated prejudices. I know you are a witless maggot, who relishes in the rancidity inside the bowels of conformity, making you incapable of such a feat. So, I suggest you feast strictly on the weak, sick, and elderly or else you will run into a more efficient adversary; one who is utterly transparent,cunning, and impervious to your plight.
don't shit your pants,
wasted potential
Friday, June 5, 2009
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