Today, I realized I'm a homicidal sociopath. I mean, my hands are bloody and I'm still staring at the body as I construct this writing. Truth be told, it was an impulse: pure unadulterated spontaneity. I considered it a mercy kill because I murdered America. I know it's a bold statement, unlike the others who committed the murder, I admit it.
Pretentious pseudo-intellectuals, douchebags, hipsters, bigots, thugs, and all sorts of freaks of natu...