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Pure hatred. There is not a single being ever born that can even microscopically compare to the absolute burning detestation I hold in regards to life itself when I view an image of a pony. Constant exposure to these images cause unimaginable physical and mental agony, any unspeakable medieval torture holds not even a candle to the pain, the torment, that racks every single nerve in my body upon viewing multiple pony images. Stabbing myself with a serrated butter knife sometimes dulls the pain, slightly. It is because of this horror, this repulsion effect that ponies have on existence itself and by extension my soul is why I am here. A form of meditation, or toughing, comparable but far more extreme to monks lighting themselves on fire.