How does it feel, being/going to be an insignificant little bolt inside the doomed machine called the society? How does it feel that no matter how much you work, no matter how much you try, you can only to hope that you would die and perish before ultimate collapse of this sad machine? You are all so sad and lonesome. You can make a difference by going down to the street, and yell to the world about how big of a faggot you are!

I am better than you!
Frank is the supreme being of this dirt ball!
You are all filth!
You are nothing!
See the picture? That's you! NOTHING