So I give you my views and my work and my sweat and the frustrated tears dried on the pages. And you give me back belittling comments and apathy and nonchalance and blankness.
So you know what? Fuck you and your one-dimensional view. Fuck you for not thinking outside your own little box. Fuck you for being stuck in your statistical outline and your rate codes. Fuck you with a rusted blade in the dead of night while evil penguins cavort around your head. Fuck you.