EVERY NEW VERSION OF MY SON HURTS MY BRAIN A LITTLE FUCKIN’ MORE.
SEETHE, BOY.
MARK MY WORDS. WHOEVER YOU ARE. BECAUSE I AM UNAWARE OF OUR RELATIONSHIP (AS I HAVE USED A TECHNIQUE TO MENTALLY BLOCK ALL OF YOUR PREVIOUS STATEMENTS KNOWN AS "DENIAL". ) I WILL TRACK YOU DOWN. BECAUSE I AM SO. SO. SO PISSED RIGHT NOW. AND I WILL OBLITERATE YOU. AND USE YOUR DEATH AS INSPIRATION FOR MY GLORIOUS YAOI.
YEAH, FUCKING TRY ME YOU LITTLE- USE IT AS INSPIRATION FOR WHAT NOW.
ITS CALLED MANGA. AND ITS FUCKING *ART* YOU UNCULTURED LAYMAN SHIT.
NO SEE I FEEL LIKE THE SPECIFIC WORD YOU JUST USED WAS A LOT MORE FUCKIN’ HORRIBLE THAN THAT.
I AM GOING TO GO SEARCH THIS UP. AND SEE IF MY INSTINCTS ARE RIGHT. YOU BETTER HOPE THEY AREN’T.
*WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.*