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12.4.07
Dear C.,
isnt it funny how you can instantly totally disike someone, even let yourself into hating them (in that kind of, i-dont-mean-it, it-is-the-opposite-of-love kind of way) just because. even if you barely know them.
i hate you.
i hate you so much its like a swelling a green purple red blue orange swelling, ripe and pending, pregnant almost with my seeping sweet and sour, bitter hatred of you. i hate you more than: eople i know, people whohave wronged me, people i've met. thats asyndetic listing, an asyndetic list of i hate you. it's such a delicious flavour of dislike, such a taste which lets me spit and frolic my vitriol internally, like the creamy inner workings of the earth without ever getting burnt myself, without ever getting a circular falling ash burn or acidic flare of pain or personal loss it is, it simply is hate. Oh it's so utterly fabulous, it is just so divine. I hate you so splendidy and you don't know. And every time i see your things, everytime I see your name I think. Wouldn't it be marvellous to tell you? Wouldn't it be marvellous to, in all seriousness, you those words so serious, those three beautiful syllables which express so much which explode from each of us, that little triad of: I. Hate. You.
the funny thing is though
i dont think you'd care.
whispered by killa b at 6:22 PM |
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