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Who Watches the Watchponies?


Rob’s Journal. May 10th, 2011: Dog carcass in alley this
morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This internet is afraid of me. I have
seen its true face. The information superhighways are extended gutters and the gutters are
full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the online vermin
will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam
up about their waists and all the camwhores and trolls will look up
and shout “STOP RUNNING THE GODDAMN MY LITTLE PONY VIDEOS!”

… and I’ll whisper “no.” (Infinite thanks to Henri for the tip)