January 26th, 2003


(no subject)

I want to track down everyone that's pissing me off right now and beat the shit out of them one-on-one. I want to break them with my own two hands, to feel their will to live flowing from their bodies when they see that I am superior to them in every way shape and form.

I have been too long curbing my hatred and it is now a physically destructive force, capable of putting my fist through an inch-thick plank of wood without me noticing. This is what happens when I am declawed and people poke at me. To all of those people: Bring it on. You will not live past the night, I swear. I am the God of Violence and I am going to make you all pay, you bastards.