These fucking people. Yeah, you know who I’m talking about. That guy, who if you ever say “haha, you’re a tard” after he trips over his own foot, he’ll be filled with indignant, pointless rage and want to sue you. That guy will actually want to fucking sue you, oh yes.
Threaten someone over a video game? Get sued!
Point out that someone’s fat?
Now, I don’t even live in the “good ol’ U S of A” where this shit seems to happen most anymore, and because of that, I want YOU, yes, YOU, to give me more examples of these things and maybe elaborate why this is even exists in the murrican ideasphere, why people feel so fucking important that they should never have their feelings hurt or their ideals criticized by anyone ever.
Except… that’s kind of pointless because nobody reads this shit, so yeah..
Listen, you 4 or 5 magnificent bastards, I’ve got my titties in a twist about something retarded again!
Wait… what exactly is on my mind?
Wait, is that some brain activity?
Can’t sleep. So, so TIRED, but I just can’t sleep. Too many thoughts, too many totally irrelevant things streaming through my mind, incinerating my willpower and exhausting my ability to talk about anything meaningful. That fucking noise is back, and my head starts pulsating every now and then. My mind is summoning landscapes of fire, it’s summoning the future. Everything that I thought was going to happen repeats itself in my mind over and over again, and worries me over something that may happen long after I am gone.
Behold, it is I, Isoyar. I don’t mean to be pretentious, but as we all know, I am indeed the best human being ever to exist.
Anyway, a legend has been born. This, friends, is my Love Shack. No loving actually occurs in this shack. While you may find this to be disappointing, I ask that you stay, regardless of misleading titles. We will all have plenty of fun times here.