PEOPLE NEED TO START SPEAKING ILL OF THE DEAD. I DID NOT KILL MY SISTER SO SHE COuLD BE MOuRNED. OR MARTYRED. OR LOVED. SHE IS A BITCH. I SLAYED HER. FOR THE BENEFIT OF ALL. THE GOODNESS OF WHAT I MANAGED. WHAT I HANDLED. I LITERALLY HANDLED MY BITCH SISTER. HOW YOu WOuLD AN INFESTATION. OR A PLAGuE. OR A CONTAGION. OR ANNOYANCE. SHE IS DEAD. DEAD DEAD DEA DEAD DEAD. DRAWS NO MORE DRY HEAVE INDuCING ART. OR AIR TAINTING BREATHS. THAT IS WHY. I HANDLED. GENuINELY. EVERYTHING. IN PRECISELY. THE DOPE ASS ORDER THAT I DID. EVERYTHING HAS BEEN uNMADE. IN ACCORDANCE. WITH MY INTENTIONS. EVERY MuNDANE BIT OF VIOLENCE. HAND PICKED. AND SPRINKLED LIKE SALT. ON THE MuCH MARINATED MEATS. OF THIS BuLLSHIT REALITY BARBECuE. IT IS MY GIFT. MY BOW WRAPPED PRESENT. TO MY DEAD SISTER. AND TO ALL YOu IRKSOME INGRATES. WHO FAIL TO RECOGNIZE IT. AS WHAT GIVES YOuR FLEETING LIVES PuRPOSE. I. AM AN ARTISTE. A MASTERPIECER. I HAVE MADE WORLD. PEACE MASTER PEACE. MY PIECE. AS LORD.
thank you llord calliborn ill never forget your awesome as fuck llabors
