Yep, just checked, he's still there |
The spider said that he hates you. He hates your stupid face, your soul, your very existence. He hates your fingernails and ankles. All the way up there he sits detesting your lifestyle, your hobbies and passions, your choice of friends, your taste in art. Your goals and dreams disgust the spider. The hairs on all his eight fast legs find you utterly pathetic and can't wait to touch your idiotic skin. He guffaws at the struggles in your life. The spider's contempt for all that makes you you is stronger than even his web. He will find you.