I'm a walkin' corpse, surrounded by a buncha breathers who constantly remind me of the life I am never gonna get back. I barely feel pain or much of any physical sensation. In order to get good and plastered, I have to drain about three times the amount of booze I used to. I have a craving for human flesh.
So, yeah. I have fun. I have fun when I'm kickin' the crap out of people or gettin' boozed or otherwise takin' glee at someone's pain, because that person isn't me.
I'll tell you what. I'll kill you, bring you back from the dead and make you a meatpuppet for a few years, then let you go. Then we'll see how much you like livin'.
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Fucking idiots.
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Tell me about it.</sub.
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So, yeah. I have fun. I have fun when I'm kickin' the crap out of people or gettin' boozed or otherwise takin' glee at someone's pain, because that person isn't me.
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M'thinkin' you're just feeling sorry for yourself.
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Probably. Doesn't change the fact that my existence is miserable. At least at home I had m'self a goal to work towards.
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Maybe I'll go back to tinkering or something.
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