An open letter Too those I hate.

I know this Isnt a story, but I had too pick one!

          It is with Jubilation, and a searing, burning hatred. That I inform you

     that I have reached my breaking point, I have reached the edge, the point

     of no return. For too long have you treated me like swine, mocking, and belittling

     not only me, but everyone of the like. You get away with it, because there are

    afraid of you, I, however, am not. If you choose mockery, then I will choose words. 

    I will steal your dignity, run away with your pride, I will leave you with nothing, the

    true nothing that you really are.

    Look at the cowardly weasel, and his rat sitting on a stool. Look at the queen,

    oh so pretty, oh so petty, you snakes will pay for your constant need too degrade!

    too the freaks, or so they call you, i am one of you, a freak, an American wierdo,

    Hell bent on liberating those who eat s**t, and soon die. These insects, Vagabond!

   

    In true human fashion, you will probally threaten me with brute, physical action.

    In essence, I am no violent person, nor do i ever intend to be. But such a threat,

    Will of course have its reaction, I will not retaliate with my fists, but come back,

    like a reincarnated Hunter thompson, Like hemingway on meth, Fueled by hate,

    My words will spew like vomit, acidic and wretched. I will not bow too these apes.

    In true artistic form, i would hate too admit, that I do not wish to argue. I only

    wish too give you my two cents on this bullshit, arrogant, pride celebration that

    that you constantly live in. Do not test me on this resolve, if it is war, then war it

    shall be! My words are more powerful then your fist.

 

                              Your move comrade, I suggest you think before you act.

 

   hatefully,

      Mack.