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| 18 Jul 2014 01:49 PM |
MESSAGE TO PEOPLE OF LMAD EXCLUDING DEVFLUX, CHANCEBOWRING, LOGAN, COLIN, REVRO, AND ALL SCAMMERS:
You are all revolting, miserable excuses for a human being. Yes, I'm talking to you, LMaD. You jaundiced jumped up, vercordiously pusillanimous piffle. I'm sorry if this letter appears to ramble. To make a cogent case as to why you are so repulsive presupposes some master design on your part, some inkling of purpose, some evil intent. And yet clearly, you have as much intent, as much purpose, as much reason for being, as a peanut.
'Hate' implies some sort of interaction between the subject and object. I suspect it's a word I cannot use in your context. Can one hate an inanimate object, a vacuum, a nothing? If indeed that is possible, then yes, I suppose I hate you. I certainly loathe and detest you. What in God's name gives you any suggestion that you have any right to even exist? You are a surgeon's dream: spineless, gutless and with an interchangeable posterior and head. You still don't understand do you?
You are halfway through reading this letter and you don't understand. You are loathsome, and it beggars reason as to why you insist on being. A slime mold has more empathy for others than you. All this, perhaps, would not be so damningly despairing were it not for the fact that I know what you do after you have picked your nose. Perhaps the less said the better, as other people, who still might have hope, could someday read this inadvertently.
Why are you such an idiot? You jaundiced jumped up, vercordiously pusillanimous piffle. Your vileseome existence nauseates me beyond compare. It is politically correct when discussing your faults to use certain words to denote your humanness above your disability. But in your case, there is nothing human. You are just challenged, you are just different. Given a choice of stepping in something nasty on the sidewalk, or bidding you good morning, I would happily choose the former. Single-handedly, you have wrenched all meaning out of life. Congratulations. As I write this I try vainly to think of something, anything, which redeems in some small way your utterly pointless existence. The only thing that comes to mind is that you have taught me hate. Pure, unmitigated hate. I have had fantasies about attacking you with a machete, but I dare not. I once cut up a starfish, which was so neurologically simple that each piece grew into a clone of the original. Your coleopteron brain no doubt shares certain appalling similarities with such creatures. You, misguided as you are, might be asking yourself what you have done to deserve such a letter as this. Your misdeeds and villainous vampings can be described in just two words: you exist. And believe me, there is no reason on earth why you should. How do you justify to yourself waking up each morning and ruining yet another day? If everything in this world has some purpose, some grand plan behind its existence, then yours surely is to show everything else, whether it be a slops bucket in a fried chicken stand, or the gunk behind the fridge, how fortunate it is not to be you. I have tried, but clearly, I have failed. I must stand firm to the realisation that mere words cannot express my utmost and profound contempt and loathing for your person, your being and your existence. You are a blight against nature.
Single-handedly, you have wrenched all meaning out of life. Congratulations. How can you be so blindly unaware of the loathing and revulsion you engender wherever you go? The breadth and depth of your belligerent ignorance is awe-inspiring. You are the compost bin of creation. Why is it everytime I think of you I think of pus? If everything in this world has some purpose, some grand plan behind its existence, then yours surely is to show everything else, whether it be a slops bucket in a fried chicken stand, or the gunk behind the fridge, how fortunate it is not to be you. I have earnestly tried to make this letter as pleasant as possible for you to read, to bring to you some home truths in a gentle and humane manner. I hope you take these matters to heart and do the first thoughtful thing in your life. A cardiac infarct would be a promising start.
Have you ever thought of what your funeral will be like? Have you ever seen someone spray cockroaches with insecticide then brush them into a garbage-bag? The only difference I guess, is that in your case more than one can of insecticide would be used. If everything in this world has some purpose, some grand plan behind its existence, then yours surely is to show everything else, whether it be a slops bucket in a fried chicken stand, or the gunk behind the fridge, how fortunate it is not to be you. By now, no doubt, you will have dribbled on this epistle. Your bug eyes will be swimming incomprehensively in their sockets. O God, you are so stupid…
Oh, and LMaD. I will have you hanging by your limbs. Bones popped out of your sockets from me furiously smashing them. You attempt to cry out for help, tears streaming down your eyes but, the word's won't come out as I have cut your pipe out and sticthed it so that you are still living. I smashed your throat and now all you can do is sit there taking painful, sorrow breaths for you know that if you don't, you will die. The knife in my hand, tainted blood red, I run it down your body. Leaving traces of small cuts, I shove it into the side of your body. Your wrench back in pain and your eyes dart to the far end of the wall as the pain is that great. The blood drips down your body and catches up with the rest of the blood on the floor around your feet. I leave the knife stuck in there and I do a roundhouse kick and slam it in with my feet. You black out for two seconds and come back. By the time you come around, I have a meat cleaver in my hand. A gruesome smile creeps upon my face but I do not let my excitement get the better of me. Your eyes plead for me to not but I insist. I lunch the cleaver at your leg and a loud CRUNCH fills the empty room since you're in so much pain that you can't even make a sound. I move onto do the same to the rest of your body. Limb by limb, they all fall. Your in so much pain that your vein's are throbbing outside of the rest of your body, tainted blood red and purple. I hear the cops drive down the street. Without mercy, I rip your body from the shackles off the wall and grab a baseball bat. I smash and smash and smash as my excitement finally got the better of me and I keep smashing. The baseball bat snaps and I grow angry. I take the next thing I see which is the spike I keep laying around and I smash and smash and smash. The police finally arrive to shoot me before I can do anymore damage and the find what's left of your disfigured body.
NOW MY GOOD-BYES:
ᴇᴠᴇʟɪᴏ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ғᴀɢɢᴏᴛ ᴀss ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ɢᴀʏ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪᴄᴋsᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ғᴀɴʙᴏʏs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ/ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. ʏᴏᴜʀ "ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ" ɪs ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ sʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ.
ᴅᴇᴠғʟᴜx - ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ɪʟʏ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ.
sɪᴇʀʀᴀʙʟᴏx - sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ɴᴜᴅᴇs. ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀsᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇxʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ, ʙᴀʙᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴏᴛ ᴀs ғᴜᴄᴋ. ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴅᴀʏ, sᴇxʏ.
ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴜsᴀsᴛʀᴀ - ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏғɪᴛ. ɪ'ʟʟ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ, ʟᴏɢᴀɴ. <3
ʙʟᴏᴄᴋʜᴇᴀᴅᴘɪᴇ - ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴜᴍʙᴀss ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ sʜɪᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋᴛᴀʀᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ sᴄᴀᴍᴍᴇʀ sᴀɪᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ. ɢᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʟᴇss sᴏʟᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴏᴜʟ, ғᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜʀɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ sɪɴᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴜᴛɪsᴛɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ!
ᴛᴏ ʟᴍᴀᴅ - ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴀɴᴛ ʙɪᴀsᴇᴅ ᴀss ғʟᴀᴍᴇʀs/sʜᴇᴇᴘʟᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴛᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴜɴᴛʟɪᴄᴋᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇɴɪsᴡʀɪɴᴋʟᴇs. ɪ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɢᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ ʙʀᴏᴏᴍsᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssᴄᴜɴᴛ. |
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| 18 Jul 2014 01:50 PM |
| now say this to someone irl |
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LeFancy
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025110
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| 18 Jul 2014 01:51 PM |
| LOL you just wasted a whole load of time writing that because no one is going to read it |
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| 18 Jul 2014 01:51 PM |
This is the most beautiful thing I have ever read. Way to go out.
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tchami
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| 18 Jul 2014 01:52 PM |
i doubt you even know the meaning of half of those words
dumbass |
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GhostWind
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| 18 Jul 2014 01:53 PM |
| You're aware you're not getting the hour of your life back that you wasted typing this. |
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Estafoo
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| 18 Jul 2014 01:53 PM |
lol i bet no1 even read the whole thing i only read top and bottom |
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| 18 Jul 2014 01:53 PM |
| nice copy paste loooooooool |
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LV7
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| 18 Jul 2014 01:53 PM |
dont leave! noo gg lmad another person with a brain is gone |
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GhostWind
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| 18 Jul 2014 01:54 PM |
Oh I just found this letter on google Lmao |
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| 18 Jul 2014 01:55 PM |
write my a goodbye pls
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tchami
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| 18 Jul 2014 01:55 PM |
now say this to someone irl [2]
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Benifit
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| 18 Jul 2014 01:56 PM |
so who'd you transfer to now
benanas r frud [Benifit/Inent/Veksto/Mistoka/MrTests/Vekst/MrBankz/voss99]+70k posts |
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