I am Disgust. I am the enemy of all your senses, pushing you away, making you sick, even giving you nightmares.

I am the very essence of your Intolerance, and both the cause and result of your Fear. I am the lie you tell yourself to hide it all.

I am the epitome of turning away, of giving up, of throwing your hands up in frustration. I am the precious thoughts that pass through your head offering you freedom from effort by way of excuses. I am Disgust.

recent...
2002-04-13 - Disgust
2002-04-12 - Cause, like...yeah.
2002-04-11 - Balance.
2002-04-11 - Staring match.
2002-04-10 - Suuuuure, error proof.