written in a postcard that is the mess of blood and tears and pain you leave in your wake
on a blank space:
like rapists and pedophiles
who you are should be punishable by castration.
where a stamp could go but there is foulness:
may 22, 2006
why don’t you fuckers leave nice women alone?
leave my friend faracy alone or i’ll come find you myself,
and the pain you have already caused will be a tickle compared to what your fate holds.
signed, your friendly andalusian revenge demon