very original, you must be proud. Do you at all realize the depth of your pathetic existence, of your stupidity, or the pointlessness of you organism? Do you know that if you, and probably everyone you know died, the world would be better off. Because you make no attempt to think an original thought; you are satisfied with repeating the sentences of others'. You're a repeater. I feel suffocated by your type of stupidity.
I wish there was someone as intelligent as me. I wish I had a companion. If only she was a beautiful blonde with similar aesthetic tastes. I'm very lonely under the regulations of the powerful leaders of stupidity. Here in dumb land, there is me, and my amazing ideas, drowning in a orderly line of stupidity. They whimper and scream as they hate me and I eloquently hate them. Anger, bravery, cunning, determination, but they're disgusting me. They wonder why I love myself: because no one is better than, or as good as, me. I kiss my hand touch my cheek and fall asleep until a better day when I'll vanquish everything.