What kind of stuff do you dislike?

I dislike how many books I have on my floor. I have no more room on my book shelves and no more room for book shelves.
 
I dislike when my eldest sister puts her feet on my bed. She's got nasty, soccer smelling feet.
 

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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?