A writer's woe.

Incredulous. What lousy louse dares to bring forth an opinion that is so mediocre? Begone and crawl back to that poor excuse of a hole! This world does not require another nitwit that deserves a tongue lashing by the all-mighty and powerful. I have better things to do than waste my precious and personified saliva. By gosh, even my saliva has a personality. A personality that you will never come close to in a million years.

Belligerent aren't you? Still pushing forward to give me your thoughts. Even a million pennies is not enough to move me and my principle. You are just wasting your time and my time. Leave me be you cretin from the abyss! God created it specially for you to squander and sleep. Sleep till the end of days arrive! How meek can you be? And what trickery is this? Your English makes a 5-year old cry blood. The more you talk the more putrid and vile puss oozes out of my ears. Take this razor and slowly cut your tongue while I listen to Beethoven's haunting 'Moonlight Sonata'. 

There is no remorse for you. There is no shame for you. Shame does not exist in your soul. Your soul is as black as night. You are just a vessel waiting to perish in time. And time is precious. So leave me be you beguiled soul!!! 

Have you no shame you imbecile?!?!?! 

I will not do your bidding you darkness! I will not break in fear! I am stronger than you by far!!!

Sigh.

Fine, I'll change this copy to something more 'generic'.