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Last published Mon, Sep 1, 2025
You know what, it's hard being nice, you'd think that being the villain is harder than the victim but really it's not.
It's hard smiling and walking away when all you want to do it get a bat and wack someone upside the head, that shit is really hard, it takes real talent, so to all you victims out there, congratulations.
No really!, I mean it, I applaud you because really I'm so fucking done with the pretending shit, it's in human nature to be clinically incane and undoubtedly ruthless, we are animals after all, number one rule of the jungle is kill or be killed.
Now while you process that, I would like to be excused for a moment. I have to go fuck some shit up.
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