Hey assholes, here's some more boredom-fuelled rants from a very pissed off man.
The past few weeks have been interesting to say the least. By the way, wankers...I'm lying. There's been nothing but a constant parade of tedium. I have even got so desperate for something to occupy my mind I turned on the television. I realized that was a mistake while my t.v. was sailing through my front window. On the upside, I almost hit one of the neighbourhood children, who looks as if he were a cross between a retarded elf and Stupid. His fear brought a smile to my face, and goddamn, did that ever hurt. But enough about me, let's talk about you.
YOU
Never forget how big of an imbecile you are and that you serve no real purpose in this world. Seriously, have you ever stopped and looked at yourself? If you have, you will see what a pathetic lump of God feces you are.
No one cares about you. People only want your money or services, they could not care less "what you're like on the inside."
You are stupid, so stupid in fact that you do not realize how stupid you are because you are just that ignorant, and now you are totally confused. This may be a good thing, because if you saw how dumb you actually were, you might do the world a favour and dispose of yourself. If you do go ahead and end your pathetic existence, you did so of your own free will, do not even dare to attempt to blame me for opening your eyes and showing you how menial "life" is. I have connections, peons, connections that run deeper than life and death.
You don't know how to communicate. Your vocabulary is comprised of monosyllabic words and your brain seems incapable of translating your primitive thoughts into viable speech patterns. "Hey." seems the be the extent of your conversation skills. If the other person in the "conversation" dare ask you any questions, or press you further, you simply stand there, with the blank look on your face that matches your mind.
Most importantly, never forget that I hate you, I hate you with every fiber of my being. The thought of you makes me wretch because of my undying hatred for you. Why don't you fuck off and leave me alone before you infect me with your Moron Virus? I may be angry and unhappy with life, but I'd much rather have that than be ignorant to everything like you.
I have to stop now before I impale the monitor with this keyboard from just thinking about you.
Next: Spell Check
There you go. That's all you get for now. So go back to your pointless little "life." Back to your jobs, your boyfriends or girlfriends. Back to cable t.v., shitty music and numb minds. But never forget, wankers I'm still here, and as long as Mr. Attitude lives and breathes, your minds will not be safe.
