New style.
Whatever.
November 12th, 2000:
triple are
My anger is bigger than you will ever be. Canada cannot save you. Your birth certificate cannot block my punches. Your imitation, salesman flavored, candy coating does not deceive me.
If you have any intelligence, do not think for one second that I am even half as stupid as you are.
Your scheme itself is a flaw in your plan. Your uncut nails, violent eyes, and cocky half-witted smile scream your name.
I will be the shadow beneath your feet. I will be the shiver in your night. I will be the face in your dreams. I will be your morning coffee.
If you fuck this up, I will be the first and last to take you down.