Yo, it's your girl DJ Narak, what's going on?

Ha ha ha ha.

The rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.

I'm laying here on the eve of having published a story across many platforms of how my name was looked up in Israel many times in many ways.

Foreseeing, perhaps hoping to manifest, perhaps hoping for something to ping around my death, my destruction, my fall from grace.

And in the wake of this, I have seen many an enemy's face light up with joy.

I have also today come across one of two people in the world that I hate from the very depths of my existence.

And to know what this dumb bitch was hashtagging her selfies?

The French 75.

And it made me think, my God, there's somebody out there that I hate from the depths of my being.

Someone who I believe with my whole heart should be eradicated.

Not just wiped from this existence, but from all existence.

I know that's not logical, it's not kind and I don't care. But when I saw that hashtag,

I thought, oh, well, it doesn't really matter if I hate her.

Actually, there's nothing to hate after seeing that hashtag.

And all that hate that I've been carrying around,

like a weight around my neck. Slowly started to bleed out.

Leave me.

Here is this person

that I thought deserve to be forever forgotten, not even good enough to be judged.

And there she was, playing little revolutionary games in her mind, trying to align herself

with concepts that she'll never understand.

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