shit. i just say a cockroach. those things creep the hell out of me. they're fucking invincible! it just crawled over to the trash can. you could spray a whole can of roach-kill on those little bastards and they wont flinch. chop its little head off and they'll still live for a long-ass time. they defy evolution. is that why all of humanity hates them so much? are we jealous? i wonder if they just scare me because society has made me scared of them. fuck society, always trying to make me conform, never letting humans think for themselves. look at babies. they're not afraid of anything. and if they are, it's that random shit like a singing Minnie Mouse toy or something. i think i would be afraid of a giant mouse in polkadots singing mindless tunes too! no wonder our youth does drugs. they're just trying to be kids again...anyway, where did that cockroach go?he was huge like the size of my middle and pointer finger combined. look at me. what the hell am i afraid of? something that is a fraction of my size. what's he gonna do? crawl on me to death? what is the world coming to? we allow these beasts we call dogs live in our homes and sleep in our beds when at any moment, they could turn on us, catching us completely defenseless and rip us to shreds. but a harmless cockroach comes crawling out from under the fridge looking for a bite to eat, minding its own buisness, and the room becomes chaos. "Kill the fucker," they'll say and yet despite my increasing compassion i feel for the insect, they make my skin crawl and therefore, to ease my discomfort, they have to die. god i'm barbaric.