I hate a lot of things in this bleak world, as well as a lot of people that inhabit it. But there are only two things I place on the top of my pyramid of loathing, and both of these have invaded the sanctum that is my home. Automatic air fresheners, and Jeff Corwin.
The former I have due to a sense of justice and need to battle all things purely evil, for there is no larger domestic evil than that hissing, spraying abomination. It lies in wait, it's single beady, blinking out only flashing out periodically to let you know it's still there. In arrogance the thing sends out its forboding presence from high upon its perch. But don't be mislead, this creature attacks by stealth, waiting for just the right moment before unleashing a furious fruity spray in a mad hiss, catching innocent by-standers who happen to stroll by at the wrong moment. No one is safe. the tall and mighty catch the full attack while those of lower stature have it's fury rained down upon them without mercy. For so long the beast was silenced, having spent itself on a string of terror, but the creature has re-awoken...
The other I have mostly resembling that of a school-yard bully, needing to pummel something 'different' to compensate for my own insecurities. I'm not sure exactly how or why the original feelings surfaced but with ever spoken word and obnoxious facial gesture my hatred only grew. I'm quite aware that most likely I have my vendetta against a tv personality rather than the actual man, who could very well be the most decent person while off-camera. But I cannot forgive the person who would let his body be host for such a foul persona. Still, should I actually meet the person, no actions would be taken.
But just remember, Corwin; out in the wild, accidents happen. Poisonous, fanged-shaped accidents. Watch your back.
 Ryo Crimson · Wed Aug 09, 2006 @ 01:49am · 0 Comments |
