I have a migraine. Pol Pot doesn't like migraines. He likes rice grains.

Kinda hard to dig a trench after one of my officers cuts off your hands isn't it? Oh well, you'll have to be put to death.

Cambodian women should be nothing more than domesticated cum catchers. Mainly so I can rip the fetus straight from the womb. No anesthetic or anything like that. They should be awake the whole time so me and thh Rogue can derive pleasure from their extreme pain.

Well I tried to be nice. I tried to lighten up a little bit but people just don't respect my authority. Sure, when I killed millions of people everyone listened but no not anymore. Goddamn feminists and civil rights and equality. All bullshit ( Read more... )

Well, i'm back home now. Malnourished women are no fun to play with so I had to leave early. Mao painted me a picture to put up on our Cambodian tourist info section of the webpage. It's the sleeping arrangements at the S-21 hotel. People don't seem to like it but humans are weak, so fuck 'em.


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I'll be down at S-21 for the next couple days "relieving stress" (*wink wink, nudge nudge*). Send a message to all your friends and tell them they need to be my friend.

THAT'S AN ORDER!

I'm starting to get depressed here in Cambodia. There were over 20 mass graves filled this past week and in the wake of these tragic events I wrote a book. Since I invented literature I can write anything I want and since I invented copyright I can do that too. Most people don't know it but I wrote Green Eggs and Ham and The Lord of the Rings. ( Read more... )

( A song was written about me!! )

This Cambodian heat is murder. Literally! I must've had 130 some people die today just from working an 18 hour shift with no breaks and guns to their heads. If they slowed down, they got hit with the butt of the rifle ( Read more... )