|You know what is wrong with this word? People. All of you assholes.
It is amazing how many places you have fucked up; pretty much everywhere. So many beautiful places have been filled with the filth that is mankind. I hate buildings and streets and garbage cans and idiots on those streets in those buildings and garbage cans.
Really what else is there to hate in this world? Gophers? Cliffs? Snow storms? One eyed, bucked toothed marsupials? Sure I hate it when gophers dig in my ditch, I think slippery snow covered cliffs are kind of scary, and sure that sugar glider at the zoo freaks me the fuck out, but hate? No.
It’s the people I hate. I hate that you are parasites that the world would be better off without. I hate that I have to listen to people talk on their phone loud enough for everyone else to hear. I hate when idiots stand in the middle of the aisle at the grocery store trying to decide which can of green beans to buy, even though they came from the same damn canner and the same damn farm. I hate fat girls being extra loud and annoying because they have a ‘winning personality’. I hate traffic and Broadway shows. I hate garbage dumps and night clubs. I hate how you all need to be loved and then do nothing to keep it when you find it. I hate people who think they are smarter than they are. I hate girls that think they are the hottest in the room. I hate that I can’t use stereotypes even though they are true. I fucking hate you all, and wish you’d all drop dead.
What about me you ask? I am not a people, I am a person. Without the rest of you, there’d be nothing left to hate.
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