There is no ghost in the machine

May 29th, 2010

08:17 pm

[Private word vomit that's deleted even as it's typed]

Shitbags. Losers. Rancid fucking sacks of awful. I hate you all. Don't gotta know you. Don't gotta see you. I know all those nasty little secrets all those things you say over the phone, every stupid word you put out on cyberspace.

Little Sister is watching you.

Little Sister knows not a single one of you deserves to exist.

One day I'm gonna take all these things, all this information you've so freely given and I'm gonna destroy you.
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