I am glad it hurts you Nan, Lord knows you have hurt enough others to warrant a karmic run in with the devil himself, if he ever existed, for it was you who put him there for the world to condemn and view as a spectacle of your own delusional imaginary psychotic imagery that is caving in your worlds all around you.
Your moral fabric was already torn, you're too late, and for you to even know how to spell the word honesty is what is left of the infinite light that you and others have carefully destroyed for yourselves, but not for others.
Live and let live, and we will let you rot and die in your own con-cock-ted corny capers of chaos and confusion. I dare where others have not even begun to think about the meanings behind their lives such as yourself.
I care where others know not even what it means to live, and I am a free man to write what I perceive is right for the right to write.
Without the right to write what we perceive to be right there would be no America, there would be no humanity, there would be no god in anyone's world, and my advice to you, the skinheaded, homophobic, metrosexual ignoramic idiot who knows not why idiots are so stupid such as yourself, is to go bang on someone elses door for your entertainment and pleasure.
Otherwise you might find yourself jacking around for some missing body parts, like a few fingers, a tongue and both your ears, which would be nothing less than a major contribution to society were it taken upon some noble soul to dish out your karma for you.
But since there isn't one that I know of who would honor humanity with such a gallant achievement, may you bask in the inglorious words that you have portrayed and learn some day to love your fellow man, and forgive those who ignored you for so long and who are now sending these beautiful words of love at the same level of your playing fields as your own.
I have no "aganda", but you must have meant "agenda", of which also I have none. Your personal rants and raves and inability to spell even the simplest of words reeks from the ravaging rivers of rotten rivulets of rumor 'round your own rueful yet risque rigitiy of rightousness.
My ego died before you even knew of my existence, yet I am growing a new crop of them for your own edification, as I am acting as the mirror for you and the corrupt bankers who rule this planet with the labels and words you so ineptly assigned to my being, which is not being, and to my life, which is far more rich than any amount of sarcastic bombasts of belligerent beggardly brilliance that you can belt out while lying on your belly with that long branch of buttressed balsa that protrudes out of your belly button!
Look yourself in your own eye and say to yourself, "I am an honest being" and maybe someday you will quit with the wit and the wacky and get to know who I really am.
You are a mouse for your faceless leaders to burn with nuclear arsenals of assinine alchemical atrocities against all angels around the argonauts of academia.
If I really needed help, you would be the first to offer it?
Spontaneously written by the sovereign so called sex crazed money man who anxiously awaits your ill attempt to communicate with one that is so far above your level of intelligence that I had to become temporarily stupid and silly to sully forth my sad words against your sinful songs of sickness which you so strategicly spread across space.
May you continue to sow them so they can grow and make me even more famous, or in your perception, infamous, yet I seek neither of these gifts which you have so carefully bestowed upon me.
I am more than honored either way!
The more you say against me, the greater I become, for I am daily learning to love even my worst critics such as what is left of your good self, despite their hateful lies and deceptions of which they incessantly accuse me of, and yet even today your words feed the fires of free expression for all to read as you have now read this sample of some seemingly silly social sarcasms in return to you as a favor to your admirable yet sickly syllabilized sorry songs of suppression.
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