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Fuck You

Here at Hard Style we provide a platform for all sorts of people to write about their experiences and feelings. Today we wanted to write about something very near and dear to us:

Fuck You. This isn’t an open letter. This is a personal letter. To everyone. Fuck you.

Seriously, fuck you. I’ve had enough of everyone’s shit and I just gotta say it. Get fucked. Eat shit. Die. Fuck off, fuck away, fuck inside out and fuck the fuck outta here.

Fuck you, you know what you did. And if you don’t, fuck you even harder. Oh, you didn’t do anything? Then fuck you double hard for not doing shit.

Go to hell. Naw, fuck that, you don’t deserve hell. Go somewhere worse than hell. Go to the hell where they keep Hitler and Pol Pot and people who show up at house shows with a six pack of beer and no money for the door. Ultra Hell. Is that a place? Look, we’re not here to debate the existence of Ultra Hell, OK? We’re here for one reason and one reason only. For me to say fuck you. Fuck you. Ultra fuck you.

Hey, I wrote you a poem, do you wanna hear it? It goes one fuck, two fuck, red fuck, blue fuck. Yeah. It’s a great poem for a bunch of fucking fuck heads who should just go FUCK OFF (it’s you, you’re one of the fuck heads).

How about a song? OK, here’s that Rage Against the Machine song, where they go “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me.” This is like that but just the first part. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

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Maybe you noticed I spelled the word, “fuck” wrong a few paragraphs up. Fuck you if you think I care, and also just fuck you, OK?

So in conclusion, I guess I just have one thing to say to everybody. Can you guess what it might be?


Article by Courtney Baka @courtneybaka and Kyle Erf @KyleErf