AFRAID TO SHOOT STRANGERS?
Given my decades of education in crafty blackheartedness, my sore bleeding heart has taken a little restrain these recent days. I became shrunk and afraid to shoot strangers suddenly. With all purpose, I kept myself away from the explosive chemical reactions of sulphuric acid. Pelted indirectly with rotten words from a brigade of mindless strangers, the feeling is eerie and suffocating but yet I choose to stay as quiet as the passing shadow. With all good mighty, mighty good intentions, the desire to inspire creative response has indeed been ruined by incredible grave-digging mindless shitheads whom only but care of their own piece of fancy undies clinging onto their monkey-ass. If this is what they call respect among each creation, they've already lost that piece of respect in every aspect of social mankind and humanhood! Shed your undies and wave it across the washing boards for all to see, cunning Enam Jahanams! Ain't you realisin' it, the puddle of shit-well you've voiced out is the BIG LITTLE uneasiness coming from your mental-psyched head; your but only the worry you've been having & tormented deep inside you all these fucking freaking years. Move your butts off from your P.C's and do something fruitful Whiney Dicks. You are the ones who dedicates to the early emerging of the gogs & magogs.
