Perhaps they cull them from Twisters alley for these types you don't keep in Madhouses give them anything and watch them put their dross on it some see reverse psychology, I see aching ignorance flaying you get that palpable venting, you see the pent-up sadist foaming that ******* cliche waiting for attention perhaps all day for a bite then the rage flows as it sees its bait and snap, snap it pours its rage joke of madness showcasing the contents of a deceased mind aflame spewing its pains as another barbs hits cowardly nonentity ashamed and in desperation it seek out in its ****** worthless twisted dome the meaningless songs of the inadequate maggot crawling in its puke