The need for release is far too great to have to quell to such rabble. To you, my day is always full of rain. To me, my day is just full of pain. Pain for the human race. Pain for the lack of pain. Pain for the stupidity.

Hate for all of us.

Don't mistake what I write for petty ramblings of a dim human being. Take it as the death rattle of a contemptuous misanthrope that will not be silenced any more