i hate you. you specifically. no-one else. just you

i'm not sure what this all means, really

i'm not sure what this all means, really

the only things you need are mercury and smoke and sponges made from carbon

i'm sick and tired of (null)

i hate the way it looks

i loathe that way it moves

i despise how it sounds

and worst of all, it doesn't even taste very good