>>10970799I don't want to show any affection to any of the niggers you've stocked this prison with. I want to kill them all. I am going to "aggress," most certainly. I'm going to round up every little child in your clan and sent them to hell, and all the parents too, and your suffering will never end if I can prolong it so much. After your body eventually dies, I will curse your soul. Your timeline's iteration will become monotonically worse as you descend into the string-theoretical version of the human centipede. When you all make centipedes, the person eventaully reaches the freedom of death at the end. There will be no such freedom for you, down and down you'll got, living a worse and worse life each time around, and you'll have no idea what you've done to make God hate you so, but i will hate you nonetheless. Your little stabs with their fleeting moments of electroshock will come back on your people far more than you can imagine. I will harm you severely with brutal cruelty, and the same for the nigger clan that spawned a nigger like you.
>Depth is in the latitude of the shoulder.No, that is a lie. The depth is in the latitude of the neck, the upper neck, almost in the brain. The car battery coat hangers down the pisshole of every son in your clan will go from tip to stem, and the things that will happen to your relatives will be far worse than anything I could imagine on my own. Your impotence is demonstrated in the tininess of your attacks against me. The car battery coat hangers will cook the flesh of your relatives' sons' penises. When I attack you, God willing, I will make you regret what you have done and what you have written, and I will make your relatives regret not having killed you to prevent you from doing these things.
3:00 deep anal wriggler now.
