What a perfect ending.
I'd rather see the world ending.
I would so like to end some things,
and punch God right square in the chin.
There is nothing in me but hate.
There never has been.
But sometimes the hole I kept it in was
deeper.
An incomplete list of things I want to
see burned:
1. Three or four specific internet
servers.
2. This neighborhood.
3. Everything.
I hate them.
I hate you.
I hate me, but I hate me for that.
Cute break pedal. Now die.
To hell with my day.
To hell with this year.
To hell with the world.
Burn it all.
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