Ive been attacked by fascists and cops on multiple occasions. I've been running for my life nonstop for twenty years. I have scars on just about every substantial portion of my body from things you dont consider violent, and scars on my empty heart from dead or irreparably ruined friends, ripped from me by institutions you consider innocent.

I live in a world of profound violence. I step out my front door each time knowing i could be killed, for any reason or none at all, by the protectors of your banks and their property. I go to sleep each night knowing i could be woken by a battering ram, and be dragged off to decades of torture if they don't kill me on the spot. I dream of friends lost to police dogs i only escaped by chance, dying of infected wounds in the literal shadow of a modern hospital in one of the wealthiest regions to have ever existed, because the bank says they don't deserve care and the triage nurse is sick of seeing them and the easy to get antibiotics were exhausted in animal agriculture to make your line-go-up probably before i was born

Violence against those systems is cool. It makes me happy. Collateral damage against those complicit isn't something i have strong opinions on, but if you don't see me as human, why should i waste my heart on compassion for your bourgoise ass? I dream of a couple months of red terror against your centuries of white. I think that's cool, even in circumstances where it fails to be too terribly good, like 1917.

You wanting me dead is nothing new. Your kind has wanted me dead since my parents threw me out, since i was a literal child. Your outrage only tells me you're afraid now. That you know your abbotoir is on fire, and you sold all the fire suppression systems to buy more cops. There will casualties and 'innocents' and even inmocents¹ who die in that fire. I will cherish the beauty and warmth of it all the same, and only wish that I had been the one to set it.

¹i remember being one of those! If you gave a shit, you were cheering on everything that damned me. As you are now. Why on earth does someone like you suddenly give a shit what i think? Why on earth do you think someone like you, representing a class and a world that threw me away like fucking trash, are entitled to it?