I dislike hot rain, I like cold or cool rain. It rained here the other day and the rain was hot. Florida is starting to really making me want to move. Maybe to Montana or something.
I dislike days when you get up and it just seems it will never end, it is so boring and you just want something, anything to happen to make it go faster.
Dislike when you've done finish some hard work only to found out it only take a few minutes, and now you still got a long way to go before lunch/going back.
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?