( DEVILS AND DISEASE ) * FOUR MONTHS STRONG!

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morris correctional facility

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welcome to the middle of the fucking desert.
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phoenix, arizona, november 13th, 2009; press conference with mister
johnathan weekes, administrator of morris correctional facility for tro
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“mister weekes! your institution for juvenile delinquents has recently come under fire for the abuse of the justice system, for murders among the student body, and corruption amongst the staff you have employed. how do you respond?”

“i assure you that all of these rumors are completely false: morris is one hundred percent determined to make these young men and women get back on track through the best and most legal means possible.”

hahahaha. yeah, the lying is our job, buddy.

don’t believe a word that comes out of that idiot’s mouth. he’s a pompous, greedy little bastard that even we’re better than, and that’s saying a lot, believe me. who are we, exactly? those “young men and women” that they’re trying to “get back on track through the best and most legal means possible,” which is their way of saying, “criminals who fail at life and will most likely stay in this facility for the rest of their damn lives and end up killing one another off.” because that’s just what morris is – a school full of criminals. yeah, troubled youth is the politically correct term – i prefer to call us murderers, prostitutes, thieves, druggies, rapists, and whatever other terms you can come up with.

but those are just the generalizations – the moment you step foot in morris, you’ll learn a bit more about us. the evils and killers rule the school – they’re like the homecoming king and queen. except much more than your regular high-school bitchy – they’re mass murderers, pyromaniacs, people addicted to watching other people suffer in the worst way possible. the harms are the suicidal lot – they’re here because they’ve tried to kill themselves too many times, or they decided to play russian roulette and got caught winning. the insanes are the fucked up lot. well, fucked up more than the rest of us, at least. they’re the schizos, the multiple personalities, the crazies – whatever the fuck you want to call them. then there are the whores – i think you’ll get why they’re liked so much just from the name. the druggies are the whores’ partners in crime and partying, and the reason pot’s being grown in the school garden. the liars are the most annoying of all the gangs, based on the fact that you can’t trust a single word they say – even more so than the rest of the ones you hear – and then they steal your weed. the perfects are the stuck up rich kids who went wrong in a stunt to try and get a reality show. the bitches? don’t cross them – they may be at the bottom of the ladder, but they’re just as bad as the evils and killers – they just think they’re better. oh, and there’s one more gang too, besides that, but we’re not going to worry about them – after all, they’re nobody.

you know what happens when christmas comes to the desert? the holiday spirit gets into everyone. and in celebration, they start killing each other off. you think we’re all just going to go around signing christmas carols? please – the only time you’ll be hearing us sing christmas carols is when we’re chopping your head off. you’ve had to have fucked up big time to get your ass thrown in here – you better hope you don’t make that mistake again, otherwise you’ll just be another present for the evils under their tree. have a merry fucking christmas, and i hope you make it to the new year.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

so. you still have hope?
then tell me darling,

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