I wanna beat you to death with a blunt object. I wanna grab one of those high end fashion mannequins by the ankles and bash your rib cage in. I wanna sharpen 50 pencils, bind them with a rubber band, stick the led into your mouth and punch the erasers. I wanna strap you to a bed of nails then strap that bed of nails to the hood of my car so i can watch you suffer as we drive over speed bumps in a mall parking lot during an earthquake. I want you to some how survive a terrible car crash, then somehow not survive a small fender bender on our way back from the hospital.
— Bo Burnham (via thesmartqueenskingdumb)