You underestimate me...
To the person who wrote those words on the cover of my book, I will recommend that you keep your identity unknown to me for you will wish that you have never known me.
Wait. I'm angry again. Why you ask?
Yeah. Because I recently used the cover of my workbook as a record of my creative outbursts. It's because sometimes I get an idea so entertaining that I need to write it, no matter what because it is only a fleeting image. I can't even remember it for an hour because it is so sublime, my simple mind can't hold it in itself for a prolonged period of time.
Anyway, I wrote on it an essay and the lyrics of art of life which is very long, thirty-four minutes to be exact. And then came along this vandal. He/she-- wait. I'm not even using the correct term. The vandal is not deserving to be recognized as a true and formidable adversary so I shall call the vandal "it".Again, It wrote on the cover of my book words like "tae", "shit", "cow shit" and some more childish insults and these insults probably reflected the state of his brain - shit.
Why am I so angry? It was because he dared criticize things that he did not even know, or even cared. He did not even stop to appreciate the talent of x-japan that went into the making of that song. But in the end, I feel appreciated in a weird sort of way because by proving their stupidity and ignorance, they are distancing themselves from me and therefore, spares me the pain of going down to their level of thinking. They are proclaiming that I am different from them and therefore should be rendered an outcast and it actually helps my cause; it's an insult to be compared to the likes of them. I also feel a kind of joy from doing what I want without thinking what others think of my actions. I live the life that I want to live and I have the right to. If you don't like it, stay away.
If you are the one who wrote those words on the back of my book thank you. You gave me the opportunity to insult you: Fuck you. I hope you live an increasingly insipid, tasteless, and a painfully drawn-out life.
Anybody who fires up tommorow will be decapitated. With a pen.
Wait. I'm angry again. Why you ask?
Yeah. Because I recently used the cover of my workbook as a record of my creative outbursts. It's because sometimes I get an idea so entertaining that I need to write it, no matter what because it is only a fleeting image. I can't even remember it for an hour because it is so sublime, my simple mind can't hold it in itself for a prolonged period of time.
Anyway, I wrote on it an essay and the lyrics of art of life which is very long, thirty-four minutes to be exact. And then came along this vandal. He/she-- wait. I'm not even using the correct term. The vandal is not deserving to be recognized as a true and formidable adversary so I shall call the vandal "it".Again, It wrote on the cover of my book words like "tae", "shit", "cow shit" and some more childish insults and these insults probably reflected the state of his brain - shit.
Why am I so angry? It was because he dared criticize things that he did not even know, or even cared. He did not even stop to appreciate the talent of x-japan that went into the making of that song. But in the end, I feel appreciated in a weird sort of way because by proving their stupidity and ignorance, they are distancing themselves from me and therefore, spares me the pain of going down to their level of thinking. They are proclaiming that I am different from them and therefore should be rendered an outcast and it actually helps my cause; it's an insult to be compared to the likes of them. I also feel a kind of joy from doing what I want without thinking what others think of my actions. I live the life that I want to live and I have the right to. If you don't like it, stay away.
If you are the one who wrote those words on the back of my book thank you. You gave me the opportunity to insult you: Fuck you. I hope you live an increasingly insipid, tasteless, and a painfully drawn-out life.
Anybody who fires up tommorow will be decapitated. With a pen.
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