Demon

Nothing funny there. Me dropping serious piece of shit, about serious piece of shit freaks.

Jailed disgraced Diddy. Dirty rape fame of Brian for which Brian kept to attend courts and pay and get disgraced and life endangered. Pedophile hacker with pedophile fame, global criminal abuser of poor and weak Ivan, which same as Gaga gang Taylor crew Diddies, was shown as ape rapist which was fed piece of shit and decapitated and castrated in soul as twin of chicken, by red eyed serious demon female and black red eyed serious me. Gaga was hit by 100 million dollars suit. Pootin was charged with his whores dauthers and on the run being hunted down as piece of shit apes twins of chickens.

The whole 'funny joke strat' could be put aside by now altogether already. Freaks was seriously destroyed, and I knew what I was doing really.

Now stuff get real. I've spread my demon wings and got even more serious and evil. My plans have worked out exactly the way I've planned precisely good like.

Stuff get thus bloody and hellish and cool by now, it's gets fun after all. Me after all having my fun.

Fun never ends about problems of freaks celebrities. But I've decided it was enough for me. The boss, relax. The boss, level of which you never reach. Life experience of boss, which never same as of you. The boss, which is original and singular and all the way being obviously just me by my character and soul which too deep and diverse and eclectic for you to ever know.

I being cool and do not care about your ugly society of shit cleaners freaks. And on my wallpapers being accidentally spilled nice tea. I rest in nice and quiet freedom and being badass and cool. You being ugly lame freak and you doing certain shitty work as piece of shit slave. And I doing piss shit on your lives and on your societies of freaks by myself, by my whole life, by truth, by this article, and by being twin of my ghost.

Queen's Blade