• Last time i didn't even try. Last time was a failure. All of my emotions seep from my body like sap from a tree. Slow and sticky. My hatred attracts those lowly flys and they are trapped. These flys, if only they were not so. All of my being thrives on the hatred for one sole. That man in the window. how he smokes his pipe. I see his wife and his children. he does not deserve them nor anything. he is scum of the earth. He is the lowly fly trapped in his own world. How i hate him.I didn't do last time, but, this time, i will.