wrath
Dearest shadow...
today is not a good day. [be forewarned]
why?
because google almighty decided for me that i'm ready to move to the new blogger. and its 242 am.
- Coming from a country where F-R-E-E-D-O-M is important, you should BLOODY give people FREEDOM of choice. When there is freedom of speech, freedom of religion and RIGHTS to protect humans and CATS AND DOGS and maybe even a blade of grass from mistreatment, who are YOU TO TELL ME THAT I HAVE NO RIGHT TO CHOOSE?!?!?!
- when things move out of beta, it OUGHT TO GET BETTER. you hear me? its supposed to get better. before i moved this blog from blogspot subdomain, i put it in beta too! i troubleshot every single kind of problem that i could possibly face. made it more user friendly and even reduced the number of clicks you need to read my blog and arhives. and when i published it under my own hosting, things got better. why does blogger move from beta only to suck?!?
- so what if your service is FREE? that doesnt mean i'm cheap...can be bought over by your sickening, lousy and apparently "improved" features. I'd rather Pay for your old service than your crap "improved" one. I'm the USER here. I ought to say if its improved. you hear? NOT YOU!
- DONT tell me what to do. and dont behave like a certain government that TELLS the people what to do, what to say, what to see, and what to work for. you are in power because someone put you there. you didnt get there by yourself. you ought to listen to the people. not the other way round. SAME thing....your service is in business and you get advertising revenue because you have USERS! you listen to your users. NOT THE OTHER WAY ROUND!
- when you get to the top, remember the way you got there. and the people who got you there. once upon a time, i didnt know how many o's there were in that stupid search page. one fine day i realised that it shared the same number of O's as my favourite search page. when more people start using your service, you ought to keep what is familiar. not throw it away just to introduce new ones because you think you're some big fuck. imagine Gillette became so successful so it decided to stop making razors and make scissors instead. or Kleenex deciding to make printing paper instead of tissue. and Oral B decides its sick with making small brushes so it'll switch to making bigger ones for combing hair.
i hope google will not SCREW gmail when it moves out of "BETA". Perhaps they are so overworked that in trying to improve things, they screw it instead.
and to the beautiful soul who deleted my gmail, i wish you nothing but DEATH and endless rebirth as a blade of grass. last time i checked, grass is classified by hindus as a life with only one sense. 5 less than what that being has as a human now. learn some humility and respect for other people's possessions while being trampled. and i pray you're hindu. hope karma lands you in a lousy swamp next birth. and i pray you will become impotent. so that you dont pass your filth to the next generation...you're not happy with my emails so you delete my account? what hello? where you store your conscience? in your last toe nail? who the bloody fuck are you? god? more like EVIL with a D infront....and i'm just supposed to keep quiet and pretend like god willed it to happen? oh....then why dont you keep quiet and pretend like no one's cursing you...that ought to be fair.
my lit teacher taught me :
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. - William Congreve, The Mourning Bride (1697) -------> i'm the woman scorned. face your hell.
If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?". - (Act III, Scene I, Merchant of Venice, my man, William shakespeare).
i'm a patient person by nature. I NEVER establish i'm a good person...and i live by my man shakespeare up there...i'm not interested in vengence. that's what low minds like yours think of. libras dont care much for vengence. two faced pariahs like you do...you wronged me and so i shall curse you till you die. i justify: you see, i'm not a saint. and like you, i have no care abt your life. please die soon. and trust me on this, i'm sure i'll be informed of your death. i'll still wish you a lousy burial. not peace.
go hug your mommy and tell her you love her.
perhaps thats the origin of thy villainy.
then shoot yourself. you're a burden to mother earth.
posted by radicalblackrose @ 3:17 AM
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