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I hate everything about you

This is Utopia’s normal hate level:

null |------------------------------o-----------------------------------------------| psychosis

This is Utopia’s current hate level:

null |----------------------------------------------------------------------------o-| psychosis

Note the fact that I am very near the breaking point of full blown homicidal psychosis. Do not fuck with Utopia when she is full of hate. Do not accuse her of yelling at you when she is full of hate. If Utopia yells at you, you’ll fucking know it.

She apparently also speaks of herself in the third person when she approaches the end of the line. Perhaps this is because she wishes to disassociate from herself and not kill people. Or stab them in the eye. Yes, eye-stabbing would be particularly satisfying right now.

Do not fuck with Utopia. She’s not in the fucking mood bitch.

Posted by Utopia at June 15, 2006 08:18 AM

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I love you, Utopia.

And for some reason, I love you more when you are filled with rage.

Posted by: jeckles at June 15, 2006 09:11 AM



When I get really angry, I talk in the second person.

Posted by: Mango at June 15, 2006 10:06 AM


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