Because purple unitards don't let other purple unitards go it alone...
Topic: Cancer.
Content: LOTS of anger and cursing.
Should you be offended: You’re heartless.
Cancer. I think it’s time someone tells you to bend over and do yourself in the arse. Seriously, we’ve all had enough of you. You’re tired and mean and well, you’re ugly. Let’s just say it. You are U-G-L-Y! And, I hate you. I see you sneak in through some tiny pocket of flesh and affix your dirty tentacles around the people I love. I’m over it. Time for someone to cut you apart bit by bit and do it forever. Perhaps you should find the people who, if afflicted by you, would voluntarily murder you forever. Yes, that’s what we need to see happen. Should you get to them, the cure will be created faster than you can say - fuc -- ---. see? Faster than that.
So I think that you, cancer, should suffer like you’ve made so many others suffer. I think someone needs to infiltrate you and poison your blood and muddy your veins and blacken your insides until all that’s left is the remnants of something remarkably good. Well, you don’t have any good so that one won’t apply. My point is, I will find a way to single-handedly take you down. You will not live and breathe in anyone I know and love or even know and dislike because you are a coward and you deserve to be destroyed. I have loathed a great many but you, it’s fair to say not even disdain or vile lashings could equate to my hate of you. You are one enormous empty vessel.
Cancer, here’s where I break it down: In a world, wait, let me start over. In a perfect world, you would be the bacteria that festers on a pile of shit, then eaten and consumed by flies, turned into maggots and then eaten alive and left to rot - spoiled and unfed FOREVER. And me? I’d be the girl laughing at you because as big as my heart is, I don’t tolerate assholes like you. You will not stay as a host in my friend’s body. You will leave because the life he has ahead of him is bigger and better than anything you can throw in his general direction. Hell, that’s right, we ALL fart in your general direction. You will not live nor fester. In fact you will be murdered in the worse way and I will be there to smile and bid a farewell to you while the person you tried to take down is completely rid of you. You can’t tarnish perfection and he and his lady-love: they are perfection. So cancer, here’s where you fuck off. That’s right - FUCK OFF.
