Dear Jack@@@,
In fact,
If we were back in my country I would walk you to the woods and assasinate you, effectively ridding the world of your pox.
But someone else would have done it long ago.
Here you are permitted to snake your way.
Snake your way.
You are everything wrong with this place.
And everyone puppeted by you, a sad tragedy...for a moment...too long.
In the end you are no more than the bug you practice being.
In the end you are smooshed, the same lonely inferior worthless piece of sHHT you practice being.
Mr. ME ME Me.
You are everything wrong with this place.
And in the end~you lose.
Too bad so many fall victim to your whoring of circumstance and manipulations of the mind. You think they don't notice. They are waiting for someone to walk you out to the woods and assasinate you for assasinating the goodwill of those around you.
You are nothing.
You are a pox.
You could choose to change.
But you don't.
Sure...you teeter around the edge....but then someone smiles; in the course of their own perfect practice they have bested you, your weasly disturbed spinning mind says....
So the hunt begins to take their smile away.
No. ME. ME. ME.
I hope you to be dead.
For not looking at the journeys of the others around you.
I will not miss you a bit.
I feel nothing for your kind...but regret that a behavior code is not mandatory.
I am held to higher standards, and thus, cited as the target of your 'concern'.
Maybe one day I will haul of and hit you.
But no, I only know how to kill you in such a moment.
You see, I am held to higher standards.
And since I cannot protect myself, I will wish you instead dead, and look the fool for all not so restrained.
But you as you are~a pox on the world.
And in the end, unchecked, you lose.
Oh how they try to save you, effectively playing into your hand.
You bog the system and waste my time.
One Asperger to another.
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"I'm sorry Katya, my dear, but where we come from, your what's known as a pet; a not quite human novelty. It's why we brought you.... It's nothing to be ashamed of, my dear, but here you are and here you'll sit."