I feel sorry for a flavor like you. You are like the defecation that remains on a dog?s ass after he takes a shit. You are the meaning of chaos, death, and alchemy. I feel repulsed just thinking of you from day to day. Something about being in your presence that makes me reach for a razor blade. I would cut my wrists just to have you shut up. Just to hear you breathe makes me scream out and ask why I was born. You are filth to me. You radiate the most unappetizing personalities ever created. Just the sheer sight of your face makes me regurgitate.
P.S. Remind me to never eat sherbert icecream again