DONT YOU COMMUNIST!!!

You cold, illiterate, lying, low-down, short-sighted, worthless, hateful, unappreciative, pathetic excuse for a human being. I sympathise with you, the damned, for having the sense of reasoning, gratitude and brain of a withered pig's knuckle, for about, oooh, half a second, maybe; before I realise that you aren't even worth the energy in my fingers or the two minutes it will take me to complete this message.

Having already run through quite a good set of derogative adjectives already, I'm going to stop with the insults (or rather, truth) here and give you the simple advice, or rather, the only logical course of action, which is to stop typing at the keyboard and staring at the screen, and turn the computer off. And never go near the Internet again. But you won’t do that, because you don’t act on logic at all. Hence your endless contempt for all that is good in the world, it seems.

When you read this message and decide to set me straight as best you can, which I will assume will contain many misspelt expletives and words you can't comprehend that contain more letters than you do brain cells, I will not reply, or even read, your feeble attempt at a rebuke, partly because this is my unchecked backup account, but mainly because I can't give a hoot whether you live or die, let alone what your opinion on my message is. Shame, really, as I’d love to ask you and find out what it’s like living with the knowledge that you’re going to die cold, alone and afraid, knowing that nobody ever truly loved you.

I find it sickening you think that someone having a mental illness is something that can be taken so lightly that you can not only use it as a theme in your rip-off, sub-par Disney fetishes, but as something that can be used as a cheap, tacky, tasteless signature that offends many, many people. Grow up; you’re old enough now at 21, Stefan. I imagine that when you start a conversation in real life (should you, by some miracle, have one; or another person decides to pity you/isn’t repulsed by your very existence), out gushes a huge river of uninformed bullshit that is said on impulse rather than any measure of common sense.

I’m going now to look at some actual, GENUINE pieces of art made by people who have more talent and consideration for their fans than a pool of dying algae, rather than using them when they fall for one of your lies and give you an e-hug when a person has a differing opinion of you and your so-called "artwork" (sic), just to shut you up. SCUM.

Do the world a favour*.

Sincerely, the Internet

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Listen to me I have learned and read that there will be NO stockmarker crash or great depression. Its all taken care of. DD "

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You cold, illiterate, lying, low-down, short-sighted, worthless, hateful, unappreciative, pathetic excuse for a human being. I sympathise with you, the damned, for having the sense of reasoning, gratitude and brain of a withered pig's knuckle, for about, oooh, half a second, maybe; before I realise that you aren't even worth the energy in my fingers or the two minutes it will take me to complete this message.

Having already run through quite a good set of derogative adjectives already, I'm going to stop with the insults (or rather, truth) here and give you the simple advice, or rather, the only logical course of action, which is to stop typing at the keyboard and staring at the screen, and turn the computer off. And never go near the Internet again. But you won’t do that, because you don’t act on logic at all. Hence your endless contempt for all that is good in the world, it seems.

When you read this message and decide to set me straight as best you can, which I will assume will contain many misspelt expletives and words you can't comprehend that contain more letters than you do brain cells, I will not reply, or even read, your feeble attempt at a rebuke, partly because this is my unchecked backup account, but mainly because I can't give a hoot whether you live or die, let alone what your opinion on my message is. Shame, really, as I’d love to ask you and find out what it’s like living with the knowledge that you’re going to die cold, alone and afraid, knowing that nobody ever truly loved you.

I find it sickening you think that someone having a mental illness is something that can be taken so lightly that you can not only use it as a theme in your rip-off, sub-par Disney fetishes, but as something that can be used as a cheap, tacky, tasteless signature that offends many, many people. Grow up; you’re old enough now at 21, Stefan. I imagine that when you start a conversation in real life (should you, by some miracle, have one; or another person decides to pity you/isn’t repulsed by your very existence), out gushes a huge river of uninformed bullshit that is said on impulse rather than any measure of common sense.

I’m going now to look at some actual, GENUINE pieces of art made by people who have more talent and consideration for their fans than a pool of dying algae, rather than using them when they fall for one of your lies and give you an e-hug when a person has a differing opinion of you and your so-called "artwork" (sic), just to shut you up. SCUM.

Do the world a favour*.

Sincerely, the Internet

Sooooo, You like electroplay?