
Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate.

Some call it stalkin'
I say walkin'
just extremely close behind.
I'm sure if I sat down and asked you,
well you really wouldn't mind.
You've got those eyes that drive me crazy,
and I've got eyes to watch you sleep.
I bought a pack-lunch
and some coffee.
For my stake-out in your tree
outside your house.
(Lyrics from; unhealthy obsession)