HATE HATE.

Are you fucking kidding me?

No, you're not. This is happening. This is happening right now, in my city. And I hate it.

For all the love and all the shit that my city doles out, for all the lives it has given, and even the ones it's taken away, this is still my city. And I HATE it.

Yea, it happens every day somewhere in the world, and today it's happening here. And I HATE IT.

Fucking terrorists. Possibly from this very country. This violent behaviour is never going to end, is it? This has happened, someone will retaliate. And this will happen again, somewhere else. My optimistic view of our future is beginning to wane.

Any bets for how long we'll last? Because I know this hate (and all the hate around the world) is never going to die. As long as there are people who have, and those who have not, there will be hate. As long as there is no thought given by those who have for those who have not, there will be hate. As long as we continue to leave love out of the equation, this will happen.

So tell me this: How long will we last?

Can we all agree, before we kill each other, that we hate hate?

For the kid with the ice cream.

What's that?
You're fat.
Don't eat.
You sweat.
You reek.
You stink,
of meat.
And smoke.
Stop that,
you're fat.

You're bald.
You're hairy.
You're tall.
You're short
Too thin,
suck it in.
What's that?
You're fat.

You're too happy,
too sad,
too sane,
too mad.
Too worried,
too carefree.
Too like you,
unlike me.
What's that?
You're fat.

You curse
too much
eat
too much
sleep
too much
lie
too much
naive
too much
whine
too much
Where's your spine?
Look at mine!
What's that?
You're fat.

You disgust me.

Yea,
but,
I don't disgust me.