🚀 go-pugleaf

so i'm misanthropic and misogynistic in particular.  people disgust me.
i disgust myself.  i can't see how anyone can really like or love anyone
else, let alone him/her/itself.  there's always something else to it.  i
dated a woman once who kept making incisions in my veins and draining out
my blood, not even because she was a vampire which would have at least been
interesting, but because she wanted to make blood puddings.  another woman
loved me only for my collection of dresden -- not the porcelain but the bits
of corpses resulting from the allied bombing, preserved in rhum or vodka.
yet another loved me for my 1975 olds toronado and my omega seamaster watch:
both of them reminded her of her father, whom she secretly wanted to have
sex with, and when she came to me with a list of surgical modifications she
wanted made to my face, i realized that she wanted me to become her daddy
as well.  mass killings are probably the only solution, but i am too much
of a coward and too held back by shreds of moral qualms to go ahead with
them, and crazed killers rarely hit the people who deserve it most; there
are no innocents but some deserve that sort of demise much less than others.

ignore the foregoing.  really i wouldn't hurt a fly.
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