10-07-2005, 08:28 PM
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dear "art chick"
Even if I would be the first to admit that I didn't played on the subtility field much you'll have to admit that I am not the only one to blame on that matter.
You are an idiot, sorry to put it that way, so abruptely in your baby face, but you are an idiot. You are clueless of what is life, your retarded believings makes me laugh.
One day when you'll be 40, 3 kids, a dog and a husband who works too much; in reality he will be fucking the secretary in 5 stars hotels while you live in a slump, relieving on state coupons for food.
Well so one day you'll wake up, and realize that you have missed everything that was worthy in your life. In one word you'll be what could be described as a "miserable failure"; you won't have any achievements apart that hugly drawing that your drug addict emprisoned son made you a few years back.
I could continue until the moment where you finish on the streets eating from dumps, forgotten by everyone, too hugly to even interest a blind man, too dumb to even be entertaining at the phone.
I write this letter to thank you for being so fucking retarded, I have things to do in my life and this doesn't include supporting future society burdens.
Thanks you so much, bye and see you in hell.
With no love tifoo
dear "art chick"
Even if I would be the first to admit that I didn't played on the subtility field much you'll have to admit that I am not the only one to blame on that matter.
You are an idiot, sorry to put it that way, so abruptely in your baby face, but you are an idiot. You are clueless of what is life, your retarded believings makes me laugh.
One day when you'll be 40, 3 kids, a dog and a husband who works too much; in reality he will be fucking the secretary in 5 stars hotels while you live in a slump, relieving on state coupons for food.
Well so one day you'll wake up, and realize that you have missed everything that was worthy in your life. In one word you'll be what could be described as a "miserable failure"; you won't have any achievements apart that hugly drawing that your drug addict emprisoned son made you a few years back.
I could continue until the moment where you finish on the streets eating from dumps, forgotten by everyone, too hugly to even interest a blind man, too dumb to even be entertaining at the phone.
I write this letter to thank you for being so fucking retarded, I have things to do in my life and this doesn't include supporting future society burdens.
Thanks you so much, bye and see you in hell.
With no love tifoo

