
Wardlow Station go to hell!
I died for your laughs - a letter to the most unfortunate associates on behalf of lobsters, cows, and all the other innocent lives you have stolen to feed your---and all your blood-sucking patrons’---evil corpse-holes:
Dear Corpse-munchers,
First off let me just say this, “Fuck you”
And fuck your friends and families for generations to come
My ancestors are yours; yet, you wantonly ingest the death of yourself when you eat me
As you die a slow cancerous self-induced death, may all the suffering you have caused others be thrust upon your wretched soul before you are crapped into the cold ground only to become earthenware at best, while we live on forever
I sincerely hope you enjoy my bloody butchered self you evil robber-of-life for I know my existence---thanks to you---was as miserable as the next worthless soul’s only left to meditate on the suffering and pain so it would become part of my flesh so when you selfish cold-hearted murderous sorts ingest my misery, it will become yours
Like I said, “Fuck you”
Unfortunately yours,
The corpse on your plate

