It is for my role to know ugliness from memories one remembers so well - someone of bull testicles and sour will, this one is you if not clear. Thorned bird: new season - this one is me. While you still crumbles in visits. So I thought why not entertain all of your friends. Weak inside, you reread it. I supose, I ended a hater: wanted you, my self-esteem demanded, thats a real good answer. This is not a diss, it wouldn’t affect you. Its a disease. You dont tears you needy’as. I got cursed, its your punishment? I dont beg anymore, I write and I will make money out of your plays of slowburn fake melancholy. This is fiction, Its based on myself. Nothing of this is real: its play pretend. I mean, I cant make you believe. I cant cure. Three people are watching a movie, two of them are close the other almost sleeping in the couch. It was an afternoon, a possessed scene passed, you turned quickly and looked at me by your side. I acted in senseless surprise. I did not move a thing, Im used to that: my poker state. I saw it from 180° gaze, yourself revealed, a ruined pig. You immediately cummed to yourself. That was the moment you showed: you were living with pink sockets - now you know what it meant. But you will still have no soliloquy. Even tough you are a broken toy, you thought of yourself had some freedom, a missusdertood bitch. Sir, open the window and hear the sounds of people. You are a substory. Work, no touchings elbows please, it will never change, kiss kiss. And in the Evangelion, when you lied by being not comprehended. You ain a special kid, ignores Im the Antichrist. I mean we are all our own protagonists, but special felt you: “How dare you touch me! We are not even.” But soon, you saw the red girl, full of range, the one who screams. Who gets defeated, that one: it’s Me. Not your shit! You are blue since you were born. It’s something you even have pride in: you dont have royal blood, its a praised DST. You are a failled loved attempt. Heartbreak felt: I help you - really, that’s love you know. But it’s hard for you, when confused dysfunction of dissociations from relief pain can lead it. Confusing use of words. But its you underneath. You only touched your karmic circle. You gave up! How much you could acomplish with that! C’mom speak it: “best to not be defeated!” Souless vamp. You already know you can’t change it. That may be why you are so against teraphy. You live as a ghost fetus! Not because you did not figure it out this, its that your emotions works so well in making those idiots feed you company. You cant be alone, you are always pushing attention. Keeps your team happy to see you win in life. Whithout their hero, ashes of television. I have swag, you fake auditions. Get out my way - Im such a good writer. I like your Eww!. You will have to s-l-o-w-l-y read: Though you pass as atheist, it’s not because you don’t believe - God for you must be killed every day, If you belives in monogamy. You are such a pain in the ass about it. You are not going to heaven either way. Yet still wonder: does it come from D.N.A? This is your only leap of faith. “Well, we will never know!” Those foolish seekers, let’s do poetry them so much easier, omg: to read without portuguese make-up: now you’re a Phenomenon! You must be so angry. Not really, you are so uptigth, hinged thats better. But! Man! Hey! Hey! Let’s break their legs, let them beg! They are everywhere! So easily, let’s play with it! From poor diets they are still hungry - fuck that! It’s fun to watch them weeping! Out of lovely spiders, dogs and watchers, isn’t it a bitch: they are all here for you, they love to support you, they obey you. You love being loved. Yet you not sure if you like it. Who doesn’t? So serious now? Power is not to be divided, so you can take the lead, punish the children this time. So much envy in your realm. The party you really like: running nights in dark forests to give back to nature what you eat. It’s your ritual, you will say it’s for not being blindfolded - its your favorite movie, the one who shows it every last year. I remember a chatting about vampires: why not change day for night? The dumb, I can’t say names, a cute among terrible people, so innocent it fell from the sky - we all know that’s a lie, your supply. So I kissed you at that party, you pushed me. Such a bummer! When that creepy appeared I changed places so he could abuse you. I disgust you. You should have seen. I got free for a while. It’s been ages, it’s too easy to fall in trap. So enjoy, servant of currency benefit: discard the trash. Do your yoga. Relax in bath. Friends are good in handjobs and likes, people like you. I declare you the best LeBlanc in play. I’m bipolar. I owned it. You a narcissist in an avoidant disguise, you mind? Eat yellow coconut sweet stolen from. I don’t miss those days. So beat it! In the end you were to my benefit. P.S. I have to tell my conspiracy theory: a couple, you start to see flaws in one and it annoys you, such a boot-licker. Then you get, in slow-motion, more closely to the other. And I gave you the best twisted face to your devilish goal. Lets put the fault in me, after all: I said right clear: “lets separate the couple, do you help me?” But you saw the trap. If you said yes, you would give me ammunition to expose. So you kept to yourself to use it at the right moment. But the motherfucker was crazier than you thought. How could he explode that same day! How dumb someone has to be. “So Im so worried, Im so worried. What a tragedy. So young”, (-so riveting). That day, really, you saw it: lets give more time, lets savor it, and them I caught my supermario star.