I take pictures of clouds & the sun & sky because street level & its humanoid population & artifacts makes me want to kill* all of you. What an ugly fucking wasteland you Philistines have created. And you seem to love it. Fuck every one of you tasteless lumps to an even worse hell than the ugly surface of this planet.
*I typed that word again. How long until the police show up this time, Squealing Rat? Am I fucking
supposed to like people or something? Does it somehow offend you that I'm dissatisfied? Is it any of your mother-fucking business? Why can't
I share
my feelings w/o being punished?
And Jesus Fucking Christ, after all this shouldn't I really want to kill many, many people? Can you make clear for me just how much of this I'm expected to take, & what your pig society's fucking unwritten rules about the First Amendment are? I mean, if you know my address so you can send the pigs to harass me, you must know my e-mail & telephone number. Chickenshit asshole, like everyone else in this fucking world. Yet somehow I'm the one in the wrong here.
Fuck me, but there really is no further point to anything at all, is there? I'll certainly never be happy or feel even slightly safe again. Thank you for shortening my already empty & pathetic life, you fucking rat bastards. I'll have the very same consideration for all of you one of these days.
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