(Saturday, January 24, 2009)
it's the time of the year again, we hang red all over the house, we go about asking back for money people owe us, and the most entertaining of all, we hang out with our fuck all relatives, pretending that we remotely have something in common while wishing they would fuck off and die a slow painful tragic death, something like ghetto camp death, you know, something of that sort but nothing too stylish like get eaten by a lion, those kind of death is too beautiful, and should only be reserved to those who has done really good deeds in with sad fucking pathetic life.
while not all of hate our relative, but all of us wish them cunts will just fucking die. WORD!
there are some people i know that would actually could go as far as strapping their dogs (fucking retards, i mean the dogs, not the people i know) with bombs and make their cute furry ass fun into their relative's house and fucking do what bombs and bomb victims in a small room do, render an immaculate painting of destruction and paint the wall the colour of roses.
perhaps it's too late to do so, but i don't hate my goddamn relatives as fucking much as it seems, though anyone with an effort to set a few bad apples on fire, not to kill them immediately with it, but cause enough damage to put them in ward for a few days before 'god love them more than us' will make put a fucking sun my skies.
or we can also punish our fucking relatives to italianies for dinner. the food will surely spark suicide interest.
2:59 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
