I subsist on a steady diet of your lies, disdain, misery, rage, and hypocrisy. I have eaten your aborted fucking ideals and shat hate and cynicism. I am the cemetary where the American dream has been laid to rest. The flowers on it's grave are cash green and covered in the blood of democracy and freedom. The innocence of my youth was tainted by false hopes and disappointments, and the festering remains were raped by the absence of wonder.
I am here to hate you, and to bathe in your disgust. I will take the blasphemy of your judgments and wear it like a cloak, hiding the naked white heat of my holocaustic contempt. Contempt for what you have done to those around you, but even more so in what you let them do to you.
I want to strip away the blame, the excuses, and the self-pity. I want to leave you a shining beacon of focused will and unyielding force.
I want to make you into me.
