Tomáš Hančar on Nostr: I am NOT going to turn to them fucking ACAB dumbfucks, I'm sure you've figured this ...
I am NOT going to turn to them fucking ACAB dumbfucks, I'm sure you've figured this out, right, RIGHT?
Look yourselves into mirror and ask yourself the fuck HONESTLY: Doesn't it give you the creeps that this one guy
- didn't break down
- didn't quit
- didn't commit suicide
- wants to have you killed instead
When I'm finally facing you pointing a fucking gun at your fucking kid's face in front of you, how does that feel you fucking sick pieces of shit.
Ask yourselves whether you even want to risk that shit.
You DO have unlimited budget. Pay the fuck up. Or get rid of me.
THERE IS NO OTHER WAY, especially if I have served as an entertainment.
Entertainment is OVER you fucking pieces of shit, got that? I am declaring WAR at you you fucking pieces of shit.
That november 2019 day when you were sitting behind me and I kept on wondering how the fuck do you get to know stuff about me you're not supposed to know I made the mistake of not breaking the pint of beer glass and doing a little bit of permanent face lift to you all.
That's THE ONLY thing I regret, that I didn't seize the opportunity to cause you at least a bit of physical harm when I had the chance to do so...
You ARE NOT going to have a peaceful retirement.
ONE LAST TIME I'm giving you a chance for a negotiation. ONE LAST TIME. EVERY entertainment costs, every damage made MUST be paid back.
You can't criminally charge me for anything because you have UTTERLY failed at all your dumbfuck stupid baits.
The more time passes, the more you risk that I get to learn ALL the truth. And then it's going to be like that "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" song.
"He's making a list, he's checking it twice, he's gonna know who's naughty and nice, TOMAS HANCAR's coming on YOU DOWN, tadyddaaadaada.daaaaa
He knows how much pain you've caused him. He knows how rude you were. He knows exactly what to do with you, he's going to kill you happily sincere, tadaaaa...
Seee... The fucking sheer madness only fuels my creativity.
My privacy > your life. Learn to live with that.
Best risk management from your end? Kill me. Else I can't guarantee I am able to hold my emotions back when I finally figure the fuck out who the fuck you fucking fucks are...
I have NOTHING but loathing and hatred in me for you fuckers. You're the most useless pieces of shits that ever walked this fucking planet, I'm giving you that!
Look yourselves into mirror and ask yourself the fuck HONESTLY: Doesn't it give you the creeps that this one guy
- didn't break down
- didn't quit
- didn't commit suicide
- wants to have you killed instead
When I'm finally facing you pointing a fucking gun at your fucking kid's face in front of you, how does that feel you fucking sick pieces of shit.
Ask yourselves whether you even want to risk that shit.
You DO have unlimited budget. Pay the fuck up. Or get rid of me.
THERE IS NO OTHER WAY, especially if I have served as an entertainment.
Entertainment is OVER you fucking pieces of shit, got that? I am declaring WAR at you you fucking pieces of shit.
That november 2019 day when you were sitting behind me and I kept on wondering how the fuck do you get to know stuff about me you're not supposed to know I made the mistake of not breaking the pint of beer glass and doing a little bit of permanent face lift to you all.
That's THE ONLY thing I regret, that I didn't seize the opportunity to cause you at least a bit of physical harm when I had the chance to do so...
You ARE NOT going to have a peaceful retirement.
ONE LAST TIME I'm giving you a chance for a negotiation. ONE LAST TIME. EVERY entertainment costs, every damage made MUST be paid back.
You can't criminally charge me for anything because you have UTTERLY failed at all your dumbfuck stupid baits.
The more time passes, the more you risk that I get to learn ALL the truth. And then it's going to be like that "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" song.
"He's making a list, he's checking it twice, he's gonna know who's naughty and nice, TOMAS HANCAR's coming on YOU DOWN, tadyddaaadaada.daaaaa
He knows how much pain you've caused him. He knows how rude you were. He knows exactly what to do with you, he's going to kill you happily sincere, tadaaaa...
Seee... The fucking sheer madness only fuels my creativity.
My privacy > your life. Learn to live with that.
Best risk management from your end? Kill me. Else I can't guarantee I am able to hold my emotions back when I finally figure the fuck out who the fuck you fucking fucks are...
I have NOTHING but loathing and hatred in me for you fuckers. You're the most useless pieces of shits that ever walked this fucking planet, I'm giving you that!