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infomania
I've been waiting for a check in the mail for two weeks, the food ran out a long time ago, Missy has been eating well, Chicken Of The Sea, I get a bite out of that, otherwise I'm pretty much starving these days, but I get my nourishment from daydreaming about SLAUGHTER. I'm not afraid to come right out and say it because nobody cares anyway. I have a few friends who are going to wonder, "That wasn't you, was it?" And I'll say, "Of course not." These messages won't be here, so who gives a fuck? There will be other messages, of course. And those who read them will know what they need to know. I have other considerations that take priority over these maggot bait assholes, you know, there's money to be made and that's the only important thing. This other bullshit is already water under the bridge, but sometimes, water has a way of splashing back, to wash away any remnants of previous ill will. That's all it amounts to, nobody will know for sure except me and my hired help. I don't need much help, this is gonna be too easy. And NO ONE is going to give a flying fuck, especially me.
