Flint • Sep 11, 2007 1:24 pm
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You are afraid you might be. That's why you clicked here.
You want to tell me that I'm wrong; but then you'd have to admit you clicked here.
So you'll scurry away, back to your safe little hiding place. You'll cram the knowledge of your scrotehood way down inside a deep, dark hole at the bottom of your brain. And you'll try to go on living.
But one night, maybe tomorrow, maybe years from now, you'll wake up screaming, in a pool of sweat, cursing your scrotish nature, and you'll see my face hovering in the darkness of your bedroom, the darkness of your soul, laughing a cruel laugh of omnipotence.
Scrote.
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You are afraid you might be. That's why you clicked here.
You want to tell me that I'm wrong; but then you'd have to admit you clicked here.
So you'll scurry away, back to your safe little hiding place. You'll cram the knowledge of your scrotehood way down inside a deep, dark hole at the bottom of your brain. And you'll try to go on living.
But one night, maybe tomorrow, maybe years from now, you'll wake up screaming, in a pool of sweat, cursing your scrotish nature, and you'll see my face hovering in the darkness of your bedroom, the darkness of your soul, laughing a cruel laugh of omnipotence.
Scrote.