I had a dream last night; it was about mimes. I
saw myself surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of mimes. All of them pointing
and laughing at me. Mocking me. Pretending to sip tea. With their smug grins
and painted faces. WHO ARE THEY TO LAUGH AT ME? Suddenly it started to rain
knives from the sky. The mimes got pierced and maimed. Blood was everywhere.
One of the mimes caught a knife in the side of his head. He screamed and
cried, but all the other mimes were being impaled and couldn't help him. He
looked at me and exploded. It seemed the hell I was in was turning into
heaven. After it stopped raining, only pieces of the mimes remained. They
could no longer torment me. I was free from hell. Or so I thought. I
don't remember what happened next, but suddenly that bitch was there. I
hate her. Then I was at a park, with more mimes. This time they were
juggling and balancing chainsaws. I ran over to one of the mimes and took
his chainsaw, saying "Oh, it seems I have your chainsaw. How do you like that,
bitch?" The mime shrugged, so I chopped off his legs. Then I woke up.
Mimes are worthless. If they'd get real jobs, we wouldn't be harassed
by them everywhere we go. I'm sure there are mimes in hell. Mimes and
all things shitty. What the hell is wrong with people when mimes can
still make a living?? Don't they understand that mimes are evil and should
be shot? Greedy bastards, always stealing my candy and throwing rocks at me.
Throw rocks at me will you? I'll burn your house down. HAHAH. I'll laugh
and laugh like you did so many times before. And then it will be my turn to
not invite you to my birthday party.
How do you like that, asshole?
HAHAH.
220,016 mimes torture me with their existence.
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