Something died today.

no images, no moods, no shitting today. there's a funeral in my house, in my kitchen, in my bin.

I had to kill my posters. My room looks so empty and desolate that I'd kill it too. All thanks to the Oh Mighty And Merciful God. I have scotch in my hair, and I'm not talking about that stupid drink with alcohol in it. I am so mad and angry again [several insignificant reasons] that I won't even sleep AGAIN because I can't. Fucking thanks. I so appreciate this and I am so going to church to thank YOU for this in person. For all I've been through lately. Thanks :), your mightiness. I am so tempted to say 'fuck' and 'shit' but I won't say 'fuck' and 'shit' because I am talking to God. See? We all return to God, sooner or later. I talk to God every day. But this time HE must not piss off because I am pissed off, okay? OW MY HAIR! THE INNOCENT BLOOD OF MY POSTERS SPILLED IN THE NAME OF.. MENUMORUT [who the fuck? w/e] WILL FOLLOW ALL OF YOU IN HEEL, BRINGING DOOM TO YOU ALL!! Buahahahahahaaaa yes, I am so evilllll.. and I actually typed "HEEL", surrounded by all my evilness. Well, I meant HELL, anyway. This was a hell of a conversation, ain't that right? I am still fucking pissed. Just like my good old fellow, Foamy.

Fuck him, this fucking Foamy fucker is so fucking right! Frankly, I didn't want to say fuck. He made me to.

Anyway, I have one last song for my posters.. My dearest.. you all loved this song.. I loved you..





So.. stop fucking everyone you see. This is my opinion, my post, my blog, my whatever. It may be fiction, it may be not. It's my right to have an opinion, to be a frustrated, to be pissed. If you have your own opinion, share it if you really want, frankly, you know how much I care about it. And I don't care if you think I'm out of my mind if I posted something about my dead posters. Or whatever.

**I deleted about 27 words containing 'fuck' in the last paragraph. Yes, I am pissed. So?

R.I.P. or whatever. I do not intend to care. Fuck everyone. :) Watch the video. If you don't fucking understand. And if you still don't understand.. well.. fffffeel free to ask. You can ask. It's not necessary to get an answer. Good night. you know you love me.