>silence
>violence
what the fuck did you just fucking say about me you little cunt?
i'll have you know i graduated top of my class in synth navy seals and i've been involved in numerous secret tours on Al-Queada and I have over 300 confirmed awards. I am trained in lifting warfare and i'm the top performer in the entire US. You are nothing to me just another hipster. I will wipe you the fuck out with the precision of synths of which has never seen before upon this Earth, you're going to get what you deserve.
You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, cunt. As we speak I am contacting Atticuss Ross and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, cunt. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your music taste. You're fucking hipsters, Pitchfork. I can be anywhere, i have been everywhere, i have fucked everyone in the world and I am going to cum all over you. I have an acess to the entire instruments of industrial and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable cunt off the face of the continent, you little cunt.
If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring you down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue and didn't open up your fucking facebook account and turned off your fucking phone. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're going to get what you deserve, you goddamn cunt. I will shit all over you and you will drown DEEP DEEP DEEP DEEP in it.
You're fucking cunt, kiddo.