My Little Black Heart
All week on the radio I have heard the "ads" for the new System of a Down Syndrome "album". Which triggered a feeling not unlike a writhing ball of snakes in my chest as I tried not to vomit in my mouth. This then triggered venomous tastes, blinding images and hateful sounds inside me as a montage of things that I hate overwhelmed me...Nickleback, broccolli, sour cream, cream cheese, micro-management, asparagus, trucker hats, mayonnaise, school, Creed, and so much more. I hate you Daron Malakian. You die. You go to hell and you die.
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