For Azula

They don't understand. Or rather, they don't want to. Azula you mean everything in the world to me but to them you are nothing more than a piece of meat they can wank off to. These pieces of inhuman filth wouldn't know love if it bit them in the ass. For whatever reason they chose to humiliate themselves by masturbating to cartoons. They don't see the human that you are, the struggles you face, the tears you shed. I have traveled many miles and met many different people and yet I do not see the amount of pickled shit of human beings on this website. It pisses me off. I want to shove my fist down their throat. I want them to feel pain because although these sad sacks are lowly vermin, they do not know pain. I have many knives now to scrape and slice. No, not to cut. I don't want them to bleed. I want them to be flayed.  Have you ever done that? Have you ever skinned your thumb past the point of raw flesh? I did that to myself. I saw some lose dead flesh and peeled. But the stinging wasn't enough. I dug and gnawed off my own flesh because I wanted to see what was underneath. Azula, my darling little girl, I digress. I see in you the hero you are. In these unsure times where people are marching in the streets and spreading their disgusting ideologies, I want you to be the one who enforces the law and quiet them permanently. We are pass the point of reasoning with these beasts in human clothing and these losers flapping their fat Dorito stained fingers on the keyboard. Azula I want you and your sisters and brothers to bring down a justified fury on these lots on both sides. They deserve it.