I had a dream the other day that myself and others were being pursued by government assassins. I proclaimed that I wasn’t afraid of them. The people I was with said that nothing bad would happen to me because I didn’t live there.

Right then a bunch of guys in suits burst in and grab the people that I was with. They held me down and made me watch as they force fed poison to the people I was with.

I watched in horror as pink foam came from their moths and they flopped around on the floor. Obviously in pain. They made gurgling sounds through the foam.

Right then my partner woke me up to say she was going to work. I had only been asleep for an hour and a half. My heart was pounding from what I had just witnessed. There was no way I could go back to sleep after that.

I like to wipe my butt with things that I have to hand to people. Cashier gets a tude with me. I politely hand them ass money. Have to pay a ticket. I rub it on my butthole first. That’s how I exact my revenge.

Every time one of these murders happens I watch the video. I do it because I feel a responsibility to witness the actions. That way when someone tries to lie to me later and tell me it didn’t happen, or it is excused because the victim did this I can say with a clear conscience that they are wrong.

But, I don’t know how many more men I can watch die while calling out for their mothers.