He whose name shall not be spoken, ur trash
the worst kind too. ur the kind of trash that you can't just throw away because then it starts to fester and rot until the stench creeps into your nostrils with an acrid fervor, until fumes of vomit rise from the depths of ones intestines. No, you're the kind of trash that needs to be burned and compacted, smashed and kicked until only little pieces remain, just small colorful reminders of a once disgusting pig of an individual, pieces that can be swept up, mixed with gasoline to later be burnt to ashes. Ashes which are then pissed on.
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