tragedy. censure has kept me clothed. apologize to me politely. my only wish is that revenge could blast me clean. sometimes it's easy to imagine that i've k**ed you, so you'll have to forgive me when i send you through. firing squads and land mines -- i want to feed you bad things. rigged elections and force feeding are too terrible to think of, but it still won't be enough. for all of you who've ever hurt me.