I just finished re-watching the 1995 make of Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility... Oh, I do so love period shows. Also, the inside of my head sounds like old English which is hilarious and uncommonly proper. Uncommonly.

I was awestruck at how a lazy Sunday of movie-watching and slacking about was quite the contrary to other denizens of the internet, or thus had they proclaimed. So much trouble brewing in he air, so much hate and disdain. Then tonight, I read on one of my friend's status updates her proclamation.

"There should be no room for hate in this world."

To which I replied and have since decided to continue responding in prose.

Hate
Contempt
Lies
False accusations.

A tool for the tool,
Society and her ill-will.
Harm.

The deceit
A slow and debilitating disease.
A rash form of death.
Of decay.

Poor form.
Poor, poor form.

No sooner I,
I'd rather a knife on my side.

A bludgeon to the head.

Morbid and Concise.

The actual wound.