Dear Diary......

I hate scientists.

They abandon the beauty of magic, in favor of creating these clunky machinery they call inventions that will improve mankind.

Telephones. Gramophones. Xylophones.
Automobiles. Airplanes. Automatons.
Trains. Brains. Cranes.

Poppycock. all of it.

Uuuugh! And don't get me started on the Electric Fan.

Just thinking back on that near death experience haunts me to this day.

In the end, what I truly loath about these so called scientists.

Is their god-d*mn God Complex.

They think everywhere they go, people should bow their heads. Whatever they touch, be it tree, rock, or river, should be violently re-arranged to make way for suspension bridges and elevators.

A necessary convenience to support the luxury of mankind.

They don't care how much the flowers scream when they rip them from the fields. They don't know how much the rocks cry as they strap strings of dynamite around their mineral bodies.

They'll never understand, how much my heart breaks every time I see corpses of trees be piled for 'reprocessing'... 

None of them made it past 20.

........................TCH!

FOR F**K SAKES! STOP KNOCKING ON MY DOOR AND LET ME LAMENT TO ALL THE FOREST AND MOUNTAINS YOU @SSHOLES MURDER EVERY DAY!

DO THIS FAIRY QUEEN LOOK LIKE THE HOSTESS OF A HUMBLE INN!?