I didn’t even like Slayer anyways, so I’m posting these without really meaning it. If any of you feels hurt because I give no fuck about some random guy dying, I hereby authorize you to laugh in my face when I realize that I do not NOT GIVE A FUCK about death in general, and I break down in tears when it strikes with anger the one I love most, or when it’ll come knock on my own door. Until then, I will go on thinking death should be danced.