The whole thing makes me want to vomit. Anyone who would get in my face and tell me what I went through wasn't heinously criminal I would kill just as soon as look at. Yeah, I'm crazy; what I went through made me crazy. I don't care if you think you're right and I'm wrong; I have a tab I need paid off that's been overdue for too long. I went in as a sweet, sensitive child, the type with parents too wrapped up in their own egos to be anything but stupid and selfish, kind of like ottowa or any of the people who were in CEDU management. I gave up what CEDU had to tell me were rules and along with that I gave up what anybody else told me besides what I saw for myself, and the truth is I would gladly hound any of the people to extinction. I want bones breaking, blood flowing, screams heard, panic spreading. If you've ever read Dante's Inferno you know that the lowest level of hell is covered in ice; below the fires of all hate there is only ice, the absence of all feeling, paradoxically. still water runs deep, my hate keeps me alive, my pain keeps me alive, along with passion, but there is evil within me, and underneath that evil, nothing. I want my hate to be a furnace that consumes the bodies of these people. In this world, nothing matters but the fire. Ace of Wands... wands... magic wands... is what it all boils down to... boils... implying water and air... held in a pot of iron, representing earth. fire fire fire fire water water water water air air air air earth earth earth earth
Anyway, ignore my ranting. If you like poetry, fuckers, there's mine. I'll ram so much poetry up your fucking ass you will be barfing in iambic pentameter. I will fuck you! yes! I will fuck you!
-the psychopathic asshole