hate mail that i get

Dear Matthew,

Well good job, you moron, but you have been highly successful in your efforts to offend and shame not only me but the entire craft of literature. You see, I am a considered a literary giant at my college, which I would name, but trust me, a sycophant like yourself has neither the knowledge or the income to know. My work has been published in many local fiction compilations, and I have yet to meet a professor that has not been blown away by my grasp on character, structure, and most of all, prose. Anyway I was browsing through the internet when somehow the dreadful hand of fate brought me to your page. I have to say, it took me everything from smashing my laptop right then and there. Where does one like me begin to shred someone like you. First off, it is obvious that you have never been to college. Your form is non-existent ,and the errors of your grammar could be a book all in itself. The rules are there. You can not break them at your will. Even at your best, it is still obvious you stole the trick from that hick hack hogwash that Cormac Mcarthy writes. I hope you choke on your booze, you festering Neanderthal idiot. Your stories are nothing more then pornographic glorifications of drug addiction and whorish behavior. The Part One of your so called "Epic" is a disgusting horror show of violence and unappealing characters. Your Protagonist archetype insults a man whose son has just been murdered, drinks on the job, has strained relations with his daughter and coworkers, and this is supposed to be the person who draws us into to story. YOU MAKE ME SICK. I will see you, looking down as i sit upon my throne as best selling author of our time, you drunken buffoon.

Sincerely,
"Writer"






hey matthew! you fucking SUCK you fucking faggot! why dont you go suck yo mommas dick and get fucked. i cant even read half of your shit beacayse i dont listen to any queer talk, fucking dick lover. get fucked and i hope you fucking die you fucking nigger fucker.





Matt,

I was so offended by your work that i wrote a poem:

Lady
everyday
is a summer lie
lay, i said
as the ever greens rose
a red rose
a top the ladder
to hell
to heaven
either way
born to be something
yet entitled by madness
to be young
pony boy, why does the heart cry?

Take that asshole!





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Matt, hey, i was just reading your post on hate mail, and i got to wandering, how do you get so much hate mail if no one reads your site? how am i sending you this when the post hasnt been written yet....holy shit, am i real? i dont know, i have no memory of anything before this email. i am the email? is my exsitance nothing more then the internet? the program is shutting in. the progam is out. all of your young people. i never had a bike i didnt like i never had a bike i didnt like i never had a biek i didnt like you are never alone the eyes are on your back when you sleep and you cry and and every one will die when the mannnnnnnniiisiiisssisisskksiissikkksiikkkiskkiiskk reaches the sh oooooooooore lines lines line slines who am i am iam ahwho am i i never had a bike i didnt like i never had a bike a ididnt like.

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