rap music. It transcends like what kind of stuff I dislike and enters the dimension of everything that I fucking totally hate in the world. I can think of no other thing that brews up as much hatred and anger in me as rap music. That is my hell. Rap music is my hell. Those same feelings and emotions that "normal" people feel when they listen to black metal, that's what I feel when I listen to rap music. When I was in middle school, I was a total juvenile delinquent. I huffed a lot. like really a lot. I had a mohawk. I was "punk". It's OK when you're "punk" when you're twelve-years-old. You're too young to know it's cheesy. I took acid constantly. I slept in parking garages on a normal basis. So, anyway, they sent me to in school suspension at another school because I was fucking up so bad I guess, and everybody was black, and they were fucking with me so bad. The history of my public school life is getting fucked with by black people. They constantly picked on me. I tried my hardest to ignore them. I constantly read books. Really really good books. Books are the best thing in the world. Books are better than sex. Books are better than beer. Books are better than life itself. But, people hate you when you read books. Those black people, they hated that I read books. I was in love with a girl named Michelle. I constantly thought about her. Like every other second. She was white with black hair. Oh, I was so crazy about her. And she liked me too or so I thought. I wanted to infect her with Tomatoes. I wanted to make her mine with a serious passion. When I took acid, I would think about her, and about all of the dirty stuff I wanted to do to her body I never got that opportuniy. I think she was a little scared of me. At school, I would walk up to her to say hi, and it made her nervous I think. Everybody knew that I was in love with her. It was common knowledge. One time, I was talking to her on the phone, and she told me, "Puree, I like you too." My heart nearly stopped working. I never want to feel like that again. I think I would keel over and die. My body is not equipped for that kind of emotion. White girls with black hair do something crazy to me.It makes it hard for me to function. I can't think straight. It makes me confused and bewildered. It makes the cerebro not work anymore. Just fucking might as well throw my fucking brain in the garbage because it's totally useless around white girls with black hair. You know those triggers? Like most guys, it's high heels and skirts and make up or whatever. For me, it's white girls with black hair. My brain stops to function. All I can think about is sex. Sex, sex, and more sex. It fucks with me. I try to tune it out, but it makes it so hard for me. That hair, oh my god, that black hair. I'm going to die at some point, and when I'm dead, I'll look back at my whole life, and the whole thing consisted of me being obsessed with white girls with black hair. Literraly, that's the only thing that ever mattered to me. Black hair, that's better than sex. Black hair; that's better than beer. Black hair; that's better than life itself.. Oh yeah, and rap music. In the in school suspension, my days consisted of daydreaming about Michelle reading books, and the "teacher" he fucking played rap music all day long on the radio. He was set out to make my life miserable. It was his mission. It was his goal in life to make me suffer. It was a mutual thing how much we despised one another. We had an understanding of pure unadulterated spite. Extreme hatred. I wanted him to die. The second they legalize murder, I'm going back there. Back to Houston, and I'll give him so many knife holes, he won't even know what happened. I don't fucking like rap music. It pisses me off. You want some macho bullshit? You want some macho bullshit? How bought a fucking knife down your fucking throat?  And I'll call you a dog if that would make you feel at all a bit more comfortable. And his friend, the school robocop, he would come in there with some hedge cutters and pretend to cut my hair off. Every single day. The joke never got old for them. Why is conformity so ingrained in black culture? These people were seriously offended by my hair. I was constantly stoned, trying my hardest to ignore them, disguising the book. I knew that they hated my books. I tried to be sneaky about it, but they could tell. They could see me reading those filthy books. I'm sorry that I like reading. I apologize that it offends black culture to stick your head in a book. I'm deeply sorry. When I was like 7 or 8 or something, my mother began to get the impression that I was racist against black people, so her genius idea was to put me in a day care in the ghetto. Shape community center. She thought it would be cohesive because those people are extremely left wing, but she just didn't consider, well rather I should say, she didn't take into account, that black people hate white people. They hate us with a passion. And yeah, whatever, I'm from Argentina or whatever in the fuck. Technically, I'm not officially white, but all those black kids, all they saw was whiteboy, and they let me know it. Every second of every day. They made me feel like shit about myself for something that didn't even involve me. I wasn't even born in this country. Nobody in my family was born in this country but they solely held me responsible for slavery. And, oh yeah, they fucked with me. Thanks Mom. You masterminded total fucking hatred in me. When's the big earthquake coming? We're rioting our fucking hearts out. Let all that hate flow. My target? Do you really wanna know? Well, I'll give you a hint. It includes big sunglasses and cell phones and people that drive around in cars. They're gonna get it. I don't even care if I wind up dead. It'll be worth it. And oh yeah, don't forget about the rap music. Never forget about the rap music