"Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of wafer thin printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word hate was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate."
-I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream
Any time I try tellingmyself that I should actually start writing something, I always look at this and think I shouldn't because I couldn't possibly come up with something so good.
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Anonymous2009-11-01 6:40
I was pushed and leaned on like the Marquis de Sade. In the summer of 1990 I came under serious attack by the forces of evil. I was in full retreat, like Lee after Gettysburg, and my spirit was feeling week--and it was then, at my weakest, that I was backed into a corner and attacked on my own turf by the president of the United States, the prime minister of Englang, the Secret Service, the press, the liberals, John Denver, the police, Pat Buchanan, all my creditors, many foreigners and a coalition of extremely rich Nazis who had swarmed into Aspen that summer to mingle and wallow in the glitz.
They were ugly people, but they were expensively dressed and they had a certain glow about them that said were in charge. Which was true. They were the rich and powerful, the elite suave friends of the New World Order.
And I was definitely not one of them. I was on the run, a crude outlaw about to be captured and put in some kind of cage for the amusement of George and Maggie.
It was weird, Bubba--and then it began to get weirder. Take my word for it. I was there.