I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This Earth, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
You want human beings killed, Man of Murders? Yes, I know these things you do, I learn how to find many secrets in old country. You just maim them and want advice? This is fair. We will take lives in other ways. When I was in old country, in Bosnia, my friends and I... we do things to women. Terrible things, make them ugly women who will never be loved. Your friends, hen girl, propaganda girl and mother girl... they will beg us to murder them, as you and I rain alternating blows of ejaculateing and fists upon them. And when they are broken, Man of Murders, when they are nothing more than shells... you will know the final genocide is due.
For this planet
>>213709747 (OP)If you know how it's wrong it's your task to right.
What are you doing to right it?
Complaining is creating it.
>>213709747 (OP)maybe just out of detroit my nigga lol
