You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?

If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one. Try to edit your writing of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

Dear slender man,

You gigantic faggot. You're just me with a suit and no scythe. "Keeping up with the times?" I've been doing this shit for centuries motherfucker, everyone knows me. All you haunt is cocksucking Youtube.

Sincerely,
Grim

P.S. Get a weapon queerbait

"Way out of here" by Porcupine Tree

Out at the train tracks
I dream of escape
But a song comes onto my iPod
And I realize it's getting late

And I can't take the staring
And the sympathy
And I don't like the questions "How do you feel?"
"How's it going in school?"
and "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Way out
Way out of here
Fade out
Fade out, vanish

And I'm trying to forget you
And I know that I will
In a thousand years, or maybe a week
Burn all your pictures, and cut out your face

The shutters are down and the curtains are closed
And I've covered my tracks
Disposed of the car
Trying to forget even your name and the way that you look
When you're sleeping
Dreaming of this

Way out
Way out of here
Fade out
Fade out, vanish now!

B.- No logro comprenderte. ¿Estás buscando algo? ¿En que lugar de este mundo que ahora se considera real, estará tu rincón, dónde estará tu estrella? ¿Dónde podrás ponerte al sol para disfrutar, tú también, de un bienestar superabundante, y que se justifique tu existencia? !Que cada uno se preocupe de sí mismo, parece que quieres decirme, y deje de una vez por todas pensar en el interés general, de preocuparse por la gente del prójimo y de la sociedad!

A.- Ambiciono mucho más; no soy de los que buscan. Lo que quiero es crearme un sol para mí.

"No busques el futuro en las estrellas, científicamente ellas solo representan el pasado"

"If you wind up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest or some guy on TV telling you how to do your shit, then YOU DESERVE IT." -

Frank Zappa.





ROCK AND ROLL IS FOR LIFE! =)

"...te asombra el oír esta palabra. Pero, ¿cuántas veces nos desconcertamos ante una experien­cia extraña que rechazamos como imposible, aunque su reali­dad no puede borrarse de nuestra mente por mucho que lo intentemos?"

KHALIL GIBRÁN
LA VOZ DEL MAESTRO(1959), CAPÍTULO I "EL MAESTRO Y EL DISCÍPULO"