Dear Desmoid,
I know you are one rare little guy. Ok you were little but you've grown up now. I want you to know that I had surgery to remove your baby friend. Don't be mad and grow bigger. It's for the best. You need to quit growing. You need to die now. You started to kill yourself and maybe stopped. Lets go back to the kill yourself plan. It made me happy. You really suck. Please, I don't want to write again. Kill yourself.
Dear Baby Friend,
You probably won't get this. You died a few weeks ago. I still have some anger to express towards you. You are awful, ugly, and greedy. You really pissed me off. You grew in an UNTHINKABLE place. You made me cry a lot. You made my life hell. You are the reason I'm going to lose all my hair. You can die twice or three times over. You don't deserve my awesome body as a host. Seriously. You are dead and they dissected you with sharp tools. I hope it hurt. I hope you cried. I hope you felt pain to the depths of your cells. I know you are gone. Don't worry, I don't want any presents you may have left me. I'm going to annihilate them. Nuke them. I'm not sorry. Goodbye forever.
Dear Desmoid,
I was too nice earlier. See the note to Baby Friend. It applies to you too. If you didn't listen and kill yourself like I recommended, you'll be nuked too. You don't like that? Tough. You should have listened long ago. Kill yourself or be prepared for hell on earth. You will be:
- Annihilated
- Crushed
- Dismantled
- Eradicated
- Exterminated
- Killed
- Wasted
- Maimed
- Mutilated
- Nuked
- Quashed
- Wrecked
- Zapped
Get the picture? You are toast. Pack your bags and get out.
hiiii i just went back to my blog and found your comment. i would really like to talk to you via email if possible about this horrible disease that is taking over our lives ha.... my email is krystleberrigan@gmail.com :) thanks!
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