Lately I get the urge to just mow people down in crowded parking lots. Listening to the sounds of their pathetic screams and feeling their bones crunching beneath the my tires like fresh tree limbs snapping. Stupid faces, stupid cell phones, stupid voices, oh so important all of them are, oh so very important, their arrival home is guaranteed because they are so SPECIAL...SO IMPORTANT...do they even appreciate the life I choose not to take? Can their feeble minds even conceive the idea that someone was pondering their death today? Or even better just walking right up to someone and crushing their face in my hand like a watermelon, ripping away the tissue like so much fried chicken skin....people....cattle...whatever...you know what I REALLY LOVE THOUGH! WAFFLES! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THATS RIGHT HOT FRESH WAFFLES!..........I think I may have had a point somewhere but its lost now....Im going now to eat some waffles...
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