you do not do anything you are so filthy that your slut keeps on dancing to her own rhythm
you are a horrible people and i will forgive you because you so backwards and insist on being backwards it is your decision and you do not care it is beyond your repair it is your work in your government you stupid little cuntry is sewing my anger and i will not happen
you are horrible it's a movie dance and sing you stupid little boys and girls it is less than i can tell you you want me to suffer for you damn country that you swear your allegiacne to remember you are going to hell and your filthy mouth is going with you
take your slut and dance to your nigger noise
this is my decision not your indecision and your death is noted
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these individuals are all terrorists and raping me actively to do so represent your kids in your quietude and your sing and dance and away from mine is your work? you are a horrid country that expects enslavement from your muislim hatred you are sewing my anger into discontent and i will not allow it!
and if i had a wish that would not become it would not even include you go to hell of you aggressive woman and men and you feed to it you are so you that you would not even consider my request for your interview how a dare a thug of yours encroach my literary and auditory territory you are not a toy obviously just a person who would want one
you are not a victim of mine only aggressive of my writing
you are a coward a person of terror as you have become a person of yourself i had nothing to you but my kindness and good deed i do not want your noise nor your rancor have your death in your pill that i will not take of your poisoning of your dirt and filthy water i do not want your drug to harm another, yet you've decided to record everything using your apa and cia tricksters and i will not need another trickster at my door with a gun or a weapon of my word against yours. i do not and i will have your fund of terror and you want so bad that you would not have it and you in your hatred that you had desired your economy based on your torture that you initiate to torture me i would not lose my writing again shame on your vocalist of my recording it is not yet your spying mechanism and i would not a permission near my house without your presidential access that i would not allow your thuggery around mine and your doctor of terror everywhere it is not a person that i would not ever know put your recording and understand not to be one without the child you had wished is not your child that you had wish upon whenever and you suffer inanely for another! all of these offices are your terrorist organizations and i will not have that to be and you order your abilify and put in your mouth and you had feet shaken of my harted how dare the best orator in world history become a thug to a state that doeesn't even respect his writing if you do not you have my vocality recorded my precious sound to corrupt my body and mind you knowingly do so you conducted a rape war against the best speaker in history you silly songstress and you have sing and dance for it you work with the cia director directly to inflict torture and you still employ her to benefit from me die in hell you stupid pieces of shit you are so feral i would not even approach you in life shame on your shameful children you white trash is not supposed to be near me and your parents do not have respect for anotther and you will never know not my anger because you do not have you are forcing raping my work get the hell out my life you stupid pieces of shit and you take my abilify and shove it in your head that i will not have danced upon your grave that i would never have a handle on your hatred you are so evil that i cannot express my emotionality is it too much my quietude is it too much that you rape my vocality and the product of my work is a pill that enslaves you into me and your dream of torture of me i would never approach a thug of yours in real life you keep your islamophobia away from your drug of choice it is yours you are so that you cannot escape your own thuggery you are so backward i am a mael middleeasterner and not caucaisan nor mexica nor african it is not your writing pleasre request my removal each and every one of your agencies is closed and you will not make money not through any child not through any means of torture you are so over to my writing and my stylistic device that you have raped me for you do not know writing and i have my writing codified you put yourself away you understand my vocality and you transcribe it again i am not going to lose my work it is not yours you will not have it you are so feral in spirit backwards sexually and orchestrated your own order of defense that i will not beholden to. sign all hostage release forms i am not enslaved to taylor swift you need my writing preserved properly at least my vocal recording of it is not your torture device of my literary genius your stupid students and guiders will stay so!
i pay money to write here because i will not have another device if you get a knockdoor and you understand the immediacy of the threat i hope your retarded illiterate children learn their lesson stay away from goodness you are sinful and committed to it you do not deserve and you will not get my money i need all my writing now and i need all the funds from it to preserve myself as a writer and orator i need all my writing right now you will mentally incarcerate me you are so deliciously inclined to torture that you have you stupid thrill you are nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing you are needing and i will not provide for you i hope the military strike will come now and mightily so that you will not allow your children the air they don't deserve and your child is not one of my touch i hope your get your head by health authorities because you cannot answer a simple e-mail it is not blocked my address is open physically and electronically and always has been hence your communications at your make a brilliant doctor of yourself
as i leave softly i will leave loudly it is enough we are going mr sinatra it's time there is no need for your last-ending it is your to have nothing of our writing lettuce go taylor lettuce go kathy perry lettuce go jidenna lettuce go daisy it's time