your nostrils are ugly, as your conscience

I opened my mailbox today, and then I had a heart attack. There it was, his name in my mailbox. He disagrees with the fact that I used a contour which refers to him. But boy, what are you doing on my blog? What are you searching here? You're not recognizable, so stop the grumbling allready. It is not the time of year to function as a barrier. That function you should have had months ago. It took a long time before I saw what a pathetic liar you really are. And I'm glad I can now throw away all that fucking pain and whether it is on paper or not. That will be anything but your business!!! Stay out of my way, I am not asking for your whining. I want you to dim, and disappears far away from my bubble.

Put your head in your anus, and reflect on your sins boy, 'cause the next time you stain me I'll let my crocodile tear you up.