9:24 a.m. - January 15, 2010
The Mouth of Day
Maggots spew from the mouth, all they say is total shit, and if you just listen for a second, you'll notice that it smells like everything else. Garbled phrases, made-up tones, the literary brilliance sound more like the screams of tragedy. How much more can your words infect? Reflections of how broken inside you are, what more can you piss on?

You deserve to have your jaw broken and then have your skull bashed in. People like you deserve to Die.