blame the stars maybe there is no preparation for this we were the result of something like hate that generated us who are love we don't forget, father we don't forget you wasn't human maybe engendered without love in the wrong month of a bad year I said no love always reeling from the bar until being hated but neither was our hatred a human thing it was also inhuman hatred what our unlove did... now agonize in Paradise Asylum blaming the stars, maybe.