Liking a villain exists in an odd intersection; I want to kiss I want to dissect his brain I want him to dissect my brain he’s pathetic he’s regal and superior he’s insane he’s sexy he was right actually I want to be him I am him he’s a father figure he’s my poor little meow meow I want him to thrive I want to see him in a fit of despair he’s in intertextual dialogue with Paradise Lost he is unique and never before seen I want him to love me I want to piss him off I want to fistfight him I want to fuck his mum