Day 3

I must be insane or maybe I’m just smarter than you. I understand how that can be frightening, because you’re fucking stupid and a waste of life. I want to cut you apart piece by piece. When you’re not quite dead I will make you eat your own shit. As you plead for your life and beg me to stop I will look at you in confusion… “I thought this is what you wanted?”… No, oops my bad. Look at you; you fuck what is the matter with you. Does blood freak you out? Well it makes me calm. Why are you crying you’re heavily medicated so I know you don’t feel pain? So what is wrong? Oh you’re afraid of what’s coming next. I can’t tell you now it will spoil the surprise. So shout to the heavens of mercy and love… you dumb ass I was kidding. Don’t talk to me you fucking insect you’re a pest to the planet and to my life. I’m the exterminator come to take you away. People and creatures won’t know of your absence. You are a leech who feeds on love and care. Fuck you; you fucking piece of shit. Basically I hope you die a slow, slow painful death. Okay bye, bye now, kisses.