I can't believe how enraged food for the sick made me.  What's the point of eating hot soup, if you can't ever fuckin eat it?  It never cools down!

You know what happens when my tongue is burning?  I start hating things.

Flies lounge on my face, sweat drips from my—and what the hell is crawling through my hair!

And you know who it makes me hate?  People who love the heat.  Yea, that's right, their smile and their sun-kissed skin.

And you know what I want to do to them?  I want to thank them.  Yea that's right, I'll often thank them.  Because they remind me of God, that God has always been inside me.

And they make me thank God every day, for it's Heaven's gift that there is a hell, so people who love the heat can go jump in it.

I want to take them over a mountain and show them a more beautiful mountain.