Please Edit Your Hate Mail and Break-up Letters

I love a good break up letter. I really do. I love the way it lends itself to "honoring" the time the 2 people had. together. The way it seems to say "I've moved on" even though generally that person is obviously more sad or angry then the pen and paper let on.

Then, my idea changed. My friend sent me this break up letter she was recently "gifted". Now, I have removed the names, because-- well, that is the polite thing to do. Right? I just want to say, seriously.... fuck this guy. No one say anything like this to my BEST FUCKING FRIEND and gets to digitally live to see the next day. I have sat on this, and meditated on how to handle this outburst-- after tweeting you into submission (was it as good for you as it was for me)?--- * side note, if you wanna see the take down, check out my twitter https://twitter.com/AnastasiaElzbth

Here is the email:

After all things considered, Karma will get you. There are no demons for you to blame. It is you. In a conscious mind making conscious decisions to destroy. I don't care, as if I have never
Met you. I threw away all canvases and memory of you. I am moving back east on Tuesday to never return to this shit show, ass backwards greed infected city where those of you have no boundaries of pain and suffering, coddled by your Hollywood parents. Nobody fucking cares about your pain...we all have pain, most have suffered much more than you. You were given the world and you were to naive in your forties to even understand it. You have a soul a sad soul, a soul in which those who attempt to love you eventually are overthrown by your compulsive lies and need to gain acceptance. Your not
Crazy, in fact your not even above average on the intelligence meter. You may be slightly dumb. Numb to reality. All in all fuck off. Go to a miserable place and end it. For you will burn in the end. Karma has it out for you... No luck wished, no fucks given, your a sorry child in a woman's body who will one day return to this planet as a peasant, hopefully to learn the error of humans. No daddy to use as a scapegoat. You carve your destiny and your destiny smells like the same shit your apartment smells like. Cleanup, grow up, wash your house, kill your pride. You are the great American, the selfish, greedy, spoiled, material , bullshit that represents everything I hate about this country. Good luck with your fucked sense of self...

Wilt slow and alone

My edits-comments-concerns are in RED. Here is the email:

After all things considered, Karma will get you (Strong opening sentiment, I also appreciate the capitalization, because Karma is a name-- most likely one of the Dominas you used. Excuse me, I mean Mistress Karma). There are no demons for you to blame (This weakens your previous statement I mean, going from Karma to demons and blame-- going from egalitarian faith to the constraints of conformist religion-- bad move "artist"). It is you. In a conscious mind making conscious decisions to destroy (Repetitive, I mean, most decisions are consciously made-- and some decisions do destroy. Again, if you are aware of the choice made-- one is aware of the consequences. However, you didn't think about this when you were WALKING/BIKING to your local S&M dungeon  Or think that in doing so, you would destroy your own relationship with someone). I don't care, as if I have never met you. (I don't care, as if never-- that is a double negative, sir, and it does imply that you do care. And it is bothering the fuck out of you. I am sure you and Mistress Karma will work this out, no doubt). I threw away all canvases and memory of you (Alright, big boy. No you did not. Did your alter ego post that picture on instagram? Did you steal another canvas-- maybe-- that shit is expensive-- and Domina's are not Sugar Mama's. ALSO, one cannot actually throw out memories-- unless you can based on that new movie where they give you new memories...). I am moving back east on Tuesday (insert victory party) to never return to this shit show, ass backwards greed infected city (Oh, hunny-- did you forget you wandered into Los Angeles?? The city that thrives on creative, driven, money making minds? Are you sad you "zine" sucks-- and is a SAD substitute for soft core porn? Or is it that you realized your work was nothing here...) where those of you have no boundaries of pain and suffering (No use crying over RT'd tweets-- ALSO you are one to fucking talk about "boundaries, pain and suffering"-- you paid to have all of that. Pain and Suffering is what you are into-- I thought I was giving you what you wanted, free of charge, long-distance), coddled by your Hollywood parents (careful who you talk about-- the walls and cities have eyes and ears) . Nobody fucking cares about your pain (that we do not PAY to have inflicted on us)...we all have pain, most have suffered much more than you . You were given the world and you were to (too) naive in your forties to even understand it (Not sharing intimate pain with you does not imply naivete, it implies a lack of trust-- and rightfully so). You have a soul a sad soul, a soul in which those who attempt to love you eventually are overthrown by your compulsive lies and need to gain acceptance (I am her best fucking friend you fucking asshole. I love her beyond your fucking scope of understanding you self-indulgent pseudo-intellectual malcontent fucking "artist"). Your (You're) not Crazy (you're too stupid for this to be intentional), in fact your not even above average on the intelligence meter (this is a self-important way to call someone stupid... gawd you are long winded). You may be slightly dumb. Numb to reality. All in all fuck off (All in all, fuck off-- take your own advice, seriously dude, I am bored to death reading this swill... this is the closest you will get to being published and I regret posting this twice). Go to a miserable place and end it (End what? You have poor sentence structure. Is this a 'World War Z' reference?). For you will burn in the end (Seriously?? Oh. My. Gawd. CONFORMIST). Karma has it out for you... No luck wished, no fucks given, your a sorry child in a woman's body who will one day return to this planet as a peasant (Please, pick a religious theme and stick with it, I mean it. I cannot take the Karma, Reincarnation, Fire and Brimstone mix), hopefully to learn the error of humans (You are implying she is, not human? Above human? Above you! Over you!). No daddy to use as a scapegoat (Be careful sir, no one likes name calling). You carve your destiny and your destiny smells like the same shit your apartment smells like. Cleanup, grow up, wash your house, kill your pride . You are the great American, the selfish, greedy, spoiled, material , bullshit that represents everything I hate about this country (move to fucking Canada then. Seriously, you are already in Social Siberia). Good luck with your fucked sense of self (Thank gawd, this is the end of the GD email. You are the one with the fucked sense of self-- paying for BDSM, stealing art supplies, stealing ideas-- all the while believing you are in the "right". You are the one who didn't play by the rules, and you are the one paying the price. BDSM-- not the norm, BTW. It must suck to be such an outsider, who landed himself there on his own terms-- yet wants others to work out his pain for him, indulge is "creative" side-- while he Starves, is Celibate and has no Dreams)...

People know better than to cross me-- and you sir, did it. While I would love to read your replies, and hear your insight... I don't give a fuck. As an actual artist, I welcome your reaction. In fact, I want one. So I can frame it, and point to it.