dear whining, ignorant bigots:

while i greatly desire to defenestrate you into the world's biggest, most horrible and malodorous stagnant mud puddle and then curse you to kneeling on lego D4 bricks in the dark for the rest of your days, i will do neither.

instead, i will sit here with a smug infuriating smile on my face, watching you flail in tiny panicked circles as your illusions break into several billion pieces, spontaneously combust, and vanish into the annals of history, filed neatly in the category of 'brainless things our forebears sadly did'.

death and change are certainties--whether we're discussing cellular life or ideals. you can close your doors and windows, shut your eyes and plug your ears, sing off-key as loudly as possible, pray until laryngitis sets in and your hands cramp up from being folded...it's not going to do any of you any good at all.

you're witnessing the end of your world. everything dies at some point in time, and shouting that it must live forever because you want it to doesn't postpone the inevitable.

now you have a choice: you can accept this, wake up, and realize you were living in illusion and ignorance...or you can wither and die with the hateful ideals you hold so dear out of sheer terror that the ones you've abused will do unto you as you did unto them.

don't flatter yourselves; we have more class than you.

your world is ending. you can either be reborn awake, or you can remain asleep and dreaming you are nothing.

-t