I have tried to live my life according to the rules. I respect the rule of law and understand that it is the thin line which separates us from anarchy and chaos.
Which is why, motherfucker, I will make it my life's mission to hunt you down and make you suffer.
My needs may seem simple, but they are a necessary part of me. In many ways they define me.
When I work up this morning, I began the Sunday morning routine which I have followed for many years. It began with a cup of tea which was followed a trip to the supermarket.
As I wandered around the aisles, my mind stepped through the motions that would shortly bring me to a state of absolute pleasure and fulfillment. I mentally turned the knob to a fraction over five, checked to make sure the crumpet switch was turned off, and pushed down the lever. My imagination was vivid and I could see, taste, and smell my reward popping up from the toaster before lashings of butter were applied to its crisp yet moist exterior.
But I only got to enjoy it in my imagination. You miserable cock-sucker! Because when my back was turned you pinched my bloody Fruit Toast from the trolley! And when i went back to the rack there was none left.![]()
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When I find you, you miserable piece of trash, I will make suffer for the remainder of your short and miserable life.
No jury will ever convict me.
For I am a reasonable man.
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