Really now?

You think you're cool, right? 

I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer,
you know? Asshole. You're gonna be one of those.

I don't have the courage

to kick your ass directly.
Don't have enough courage for that,
I could, you know.

You know you're gonna have another accident?
You know I'm involved with black magic?
*uck you. Die. Bastard.
You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole.

And if I ever see your *ucking face around,
In Europe or Italy,
Well I'll -- That time I'm gonna kick your ass.
*uck you. *ucking Americans, Yankee.
You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise.

No one does what you did to me.
You wanna know something? *uck you.
I want your *alls smashed, eat *hit. Bastard.

I hope somebody in your family dies soon.

Dear reader,

No I do not think I'm "cool", I'm just Chance. One of One Americans die of old age, so what's your point? 

The End

I've tried writing this blog post now several times before, when the party is over and the liquor is no more, I'll tell you now that living has become somewhat of a chore, and following their rules is somewhat of a Godforsaken bore. I say God because I'm programmed but I believe in none, I've seen no interventions and I see no holy sons but if I'm wrong than strike me down and break these breathing lungs, just take these words, reverse them back upon my evil tongue, but fuck I've seen children harm each other like it's second nature and some just want to watch the world burn and bang upon the drums, chaos has a melody and death is like a song, that's why I'm hanging the noose, waiting for the end.