Today is a beautiful day in Arkansonia. The sun is shining bright as it usually does and the weather is mild and wonderful. It is enough to make me puke. Where are those days that I long for where the smog blocks out the sun and the air smells like a machine shop? There was some great reading when people were deprived of sunlight for days. People would get all tensed up and start to murder pillage and rape. Those are the days that I long for. Here in mamby pamby Arkansonia, people are all tanned and say ignorant things like "bless you" and "doin' alright". Hey, mind your own friggin business. If I want some blessings pal, I will become a missionary. If I want you to know if I am doing alright, I will fuck your wife and then I WILL BE ALRIGHT! So keep your sunshine and whimpy attitudes. Give me your bad attitudes and sarcastic tomes. I hate you and your grandmother too. I mean, she is old and proobably should be dead by now. So do us both a favor and go away. I don't like you already and I don't even know (or care to know) you. Your family is a bunch of 'tards and you are the worst. GO AWAY and just fade into oblivion. If you feel the need to commit suicide, just go ahead. There are too many people in the world anywho.
