I LIVE YOU BASTARDS

That's right,

I survived.

Sure I may be horribly deformed and psychologically unhinged by my experience but I'm still here. You poor bastards, you should have finished me off when you had the chance but now I will once again grow strong and there will be no escape from my atomic rage for all you posers, fashionistas, indie fucks and other soul sapping dregs of society.

Sure they may have removed a part of my jaw. It happened to be a little part of my jaw called mercy. So now I don't have any so save your begging.

I know full well my enemies were plotting my destruction at the hands of that mad surgeon but hear this... "I cannot be destroyed. You will not end me. For you I have nought be a raised fist and scream of proud defiance and horrible retribution."

By the way, though I am still weak I have one small bit of rage to dish out. What the fuck is this 'tagged' business? Apparently someone 'tagged' me so now have I to tell 20 things about myself. Guess what cunts, its a fucking blog. The nature of the whole medium is a personal narrative. Read the fucking thing- I'm sure you'll find 20 tidbits about your gentle narrator. Oh, sorry, what was that? Its part of the online fun and games that make up the blog community. Well fuck a doddle do. I wish my cock could swell as big as my face currently is but hey we don't always get what we want.

Smoke It,
Angry as Bastard