...is Hate, Sweet Hate.

SO THAT'S WHAT HE REALLY MEANT WHEN HE SAID "FOREVER"...

Ah, love.

The initial rush of unbridled physical bliss, the opiated grasp upon your body and soul that necessarily follows, the nights soon to be spent hovering over a toilet--puking your fucking guts out--after finally realizing that all those days, months, and years of selflessness and charity ultimately amount to NOTHING; save for you looking like a fucking chump.

She got drunk one night and had a "meaningless" fling with an old flame. She was really sorry afterward, and she claimed that the sex wasn't even all that good. You forgave her because you thought such was an exercise in self-preservation--but you made her swear "never again."

The next night she threw back a couple more and played "choo-choo" with a few of your friends.

You huffed and puffed and threw a couple punches--denigrated and berated her in public; telling the whole block of her whore-like tendencies as if they hadn't witnessed it over and over again, head in lap, first-hand.

Are you starting to feel like a fool yet? Are you starting to be overcome with a crippling paranoia that everyone is secretly pointing and chuckling behind your back--that somebody out there is getting the better of you and laughing all the way to the bank?

Did you always have that cold sore? What of those lesions covering your chest and neck? Thrushy mouth? Bruised Ego? Alimony payments?!?!?

Well now you can roll the wheel of karmic transmigration right the fuck over them; thanks to Revenge World.

Hundreds of pages of photos taken in confidence of ex-girlfriends, wives, boyfriends, and husbands in rather compromising positions; along with backstories highlighting the reasons for the public humiliation of people via the internet under the guise of tipping the scales back into the favor of the scorned.

Like we even need their trite little justifications. -- JUDGE ROY BEAN