how dare you make me go this far! to find out what the fuck you are! how the fuck could this be what you made me murderous, you sit in your judgement of me make me think what the fuck you want to see a world without freedom, feeble and destructive over nothing so much as what you want it to be where no one isn't programmed before the age of three what you do ain't productive, say you, but youre through because of your censorship i feel like killing you sitting in judgement of me and mine living in death among thorny pines and what you are doing will set us back to the times of the korean war, and bullshit such as that on dimes moving toward the next milennium, the question is who is going to be the one thats killing you.Birth sign: Aries
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