Dear Wanker

To the real readers, I apologize for descending to the sewers this way. I know the Conventional Wisdom states that one should never engage a troll, but I'm going to give this pathetic piece of garbage the two seconds of fame they so desperately crave, because I have something to say. 

For however "disgusting" you may think I am for (your words) "lusting after Malcolm Young's (private bits)," I think you are more disgusting for creating troll accounts and harassing people who are expressing emotional pain. Secondly, even in cases where I do feel attraction to somebody, I never "lust after their private bits." I feel for the whole person. Unlike you, I am not a complete lowlife.

Next, and perhaps most disgustingly, there is your assertion that I would molest a helpless person who could in no way consent to sexual activity. You have a sick, filthy mind. I have cared for people with dementia for some 21 years now. I would no sooner force them into sexual activity than I would a child or anyone else. You are a very warped individual.

In the poem where I mentioned feeling an attraction to Malcolm (and shame for feeling said attraction), I was referring to him as a healthy person, and to the essence that made him who he was; to his soul. That person would be capable of consent. More to the point, that poem expresses my anguish over the loss of this person. But the likes of you would not be able to perceive such nuances.

I don't think that I expressed some kind of crude lust even if the poem does express a forbidden desire for a taken person. But even if you choose to interpret my words

I  started thinking that I want to do bad things with you

Like that's gonna fucking accomplish anything

Like that's gonna bring you back

Like what the hell is wrong with me?

as meaning "I want to bang Malcolm Young (and here we assume I mean the healthy version thereof, and the essence of his soul) into next Tuesday six times a day every day."

Yeah, that's kind of crude, and probably pretty inappropriate. But it wasn't what I was implying. And even if it was, it's still not as bad as everything you've said and done.

I'd be shocked if you even knew jack shit about Malcolm Young, other than that he was obviously a guitar player with some classic rock band that I happen to like--if you even know that much. I'd be shocked if you had any idea why I care about him. I'd be shocked if you had any kind of personal worth at all, you despicable waste of oxygen.

Malcolm had more worth in his little fingernail than you have in your whole being. For you to say such foul things as you have regarding him or what he meant to me is completely out of bounds. 

I absolutely will not respond to anything else you say under any of your troll accounts. Keep creating them, I'll keep blocking them. You're fucking pathetic.

From this moment forward we return to the poetry--about whatever the hell we want to write about. Including Malcolm Young six times a day, if that's what we're feeling.

Some people just completely suck. Why does the bad stuff always seem to happen to the people that don't deserve it rather than to this kind of filth?

~Cie~

I know it isn't AC/DC, which would be apropos to the Malcolm Young references. 

But this is the one song that truly fits this kind of creep.