/lit/ - Literature

>I sat there minding my own business while this spastic retard kept replying to my posts. I've seen enough and heard enough. I'd rather the cockroaches in my run down flat keep me company. Then I put it together right then and there. He'd have nothing worth a dime or nickel to contribute. It was the deaf, dumb and blind shouting directions. You know the type. They always have something to say, but somehow say nothing at all. I suppose it tickles whatever rotten, charred piece of meat pumps blackened blood through their leprous fleshbags, but there's no mistaking a bad smell once you catch a whiff. Just another lonely, hateful, immaterial aspect of this cruel world, a phantom that scampers around in the corridors of the most banal of nightmares. I had enough.