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I hope you and your children cease to exist

Once again, another battle scheduled for the day. It will be a largely boring affair, with one side feeling much more perturbed than the other. One is programmed to win, the other is destined to let lose.

Hello, mosquito.

Savage flighty mother of young prickly demons. Softly you maneuver your god-damned way around my space, you gesture and gestate, seeking me out. You are there, but I cannot see you. In my anger I stand, legs shoulder width apart and await you. My binocular vision fails me eventually, but I continue to try, time and time again.

You black and white, sick bitch. Who gives you the right to take from me? Who told you you could make yourself at home at the place I sleep? The place I'm supposed to find my inner peace and what-not. I wish to rest: to lie down my head and burrito myself into my blanket, but I'm afraid you'll kiss me on the cheek. Make me a oily, ugly Pikachu with one red dot instead of two.

Oh god help me. Oh if... if...

If I were Pikachu I'll fucking thunderbolt the life out of you. I wish all death upon you. I curse your name, whatever name you have. I curse your children, and your children's children!

OH VILLAINY! OH CRUEL FORSAKEN WORLD!

THERE IS NO GOD. there is no god. THERE IS NO GOD!






I find the quiet. Hours spent setting up traps, shifting my eyes from void to void. I see nothing here, yet here you are, no evidence of your being apart from the little red patches on my body. You seek to share my life, but I desire to take yours away.

I wonder if you feel the same. I wonder if you believe this a game, or if this biological need of yours is the only thing that drives you.

Stay in the shadows, be my most cruel inner voice. You have brought me to the first steps of insanity.
You are a prick in the finger that has weighed too heavily on my mind.

Fuck you.

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