My nemisis
I have an arch enemy on the planet who has hunted me down, hurt me, spit on me, and shit on me.
She's morally certain and ideologically sure. She's a sex goddess and a genius at caring. She has passion for life and for everyone, and wants to share it liberally to make the world a better place.
She's spent 30 years trying to murder me.
She won't win that one unless she shows up and does it with her own hands. I'm not her other victims who have succumbed.
This is what pure evil looks like. Sick, injured, small, meaningless. Wasted on nothing. Scared of any one smarter, stronger, more successful, spiritual, gifted. Terrified of other beautiful women.
Speechless when it matters, can't shut up when others might have something to share.
Black poison. Evil.
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