I’ve been trying to figure something in my head, and maybe you can help me out, yeah? When a person is insane, as you clearly are, do you know that you’re insane? Maybe you’re just sitting around, reading “Guns and Ammo”, masturbating in your own feces, do you just stop and go, “Wow! It is amazing how fucking crazy I really am!”? Yeah. Do you guys do that?
You’re no messiah. You’re a movie of the week. You’re a fucking t-shirt, at best.
I don’t think you’re quitting because you believe these things you say. I don’t. I think you want to believe them, because you’re quitting. And you want me to agree with you, and you want me to say, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re right. It’s all fucked up. It’s a fucking mess. We should all go live in a fucking log cabin.” But I won’t. I won’t say that. I don’t agree with you. I do not. I can’t.
Who knows. So many freaks out there doin’ their little evil deeds they don’t wanna do… “The voices made me do it. My dog made me do it. Jodie Foster told me to do it.”
Fuckin’ Dante… poetry-writing faggot! Piece of shit, motherfucker!
