People who set off fireworks--that means, you, nearly everyone in my city--make me fucking sick. Neighbor to the north? You and your twenty guests can rot in the devil's cock with your illegal ignitions and maniacal laughter.
Neighbors to the south, west, and east? I hope you someday suffer all the terrors you've induced in our soldiers who've returned home and feel a sense of impending death with every bang of your $3.50 bomb.
Close your eyes. Listen to the explosions. Be grateful to whom- or whatever that that noise isn't the soundtrack of your life. Imagine hitting the deck with every bang or signaling whistle. Try to feel the shit in your pants when the joyous boom bangs a little too close to home.
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