I don’t trust or love anyone. Because people are so creepy. Creepy creepy creeps. Creeping around. Creeping here and creeping there. Creeping everywhere.
Trust doesn’t come easy for me. I learned a long time ago, in a past life, to never trust. Humans are parasites, little creepy things.
They kill their own kind in ungodly manners. They leave their feces in the drain tunnels, and they think we’re parasites? HA! Hardly. At least we don’t void our bowls every time we feel the urge to!
My father–once told me, before one of them got to him, that he had a mistress–a human mistress–who he loved. But then he caught her in bed with a creepy monster doing creepy things.
He attacked them and now they are no longer creepy humans!