It truly is funny, the things you say. You make them sound as if it the simplest thing to do in the whole world. Like how you took my family away, hurt my friends, make up lies in your stories of broken sentences. To hate on someone for the emotion they express through the art work that they made with bare hands and a pencil. Maybe it was with a stroke of a brush, or a stylus on a screen, but it doesn't matter. Vert Garçon, you weird thing. Should we as humans seal another's expression's or emotions? Should us as people, turn a blind eye? You vent in shadows no? Is it cause you fear worst? Maybe you hate jokes, and the way people act how they want. You lighting a match, throwing it into the pile of logs, and standing there won't kill a fire. This will only burn, this, representing hatred and dramatic attention. Some people were never happy in the first place, and some are going through worst than you. Some are at the all time high, like you Vert Garçon. Enough for you to lie. Get sick, puke your guts out, and shrivel. I hope fate seals your emotions in chains. Let you burn in the pile of logs, and your skin melt. You are the shammer, you are the judgemental, you are the sensitive, you are the manipulator, you are the thing that can't be happy. Lose an eye already, oh Vert Garçon. #SarRants