Tuesday, October 02, 2012

How Can You Tell When You're Right?

When degenerate creatures like this are your enemies. [Read]


This twisted, hate-consumed wretch can't possibly be whole, happy or loved.  It's hard for those who are to fathom such sickness.

Ain't none of us getting out of this alive, and sooner or later, something's going to take us all. Personally, I'd rather have cancer and memories of the life I've had than be this total cowardly loser.

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