
uNFORTuNATELY AS BITCHING AS IT WOuLD BE. FOR THERE TO BE. MORE OF ME. ALL MY POSERS LACK. THE PREREQuISITE GREEN SCROTE. AND uTTERLY uNABASHEDLY FEATuRELESS CRANIuM. uPON WHICH TO PuT MY CROWN. MY CROWN'S CROWN. MY. DOuBLE CROWN. SIGNIFYING KINGLY BADASSERY. AND LORDSHIP OVER ALL. MASTERCLASSES. COVETED AS THEY ARE. BELONG TO MY FICLET BITCHES. MY LITTLE CREATIONS. PARADED AROuND FOR THE BATSHIT GRABASS-PLAYING AMuSEMENT. OF ALL ONLOOKERS. WHOSE NuTSACKS ARE SPLATTERED. ACROSS THE GROuND. RIGHT NEXT TO THEIR SEVERELY DISLOCATED JAWS. WHICH KNOCKED THEM OFF. IN SHEER. RAPID DOWNWARDS CASTRATING DESCENT. LIKE A DICK GuILLOTINE. TO THE ROYAL FuCKuPS WHO WISH THEY WERE. ME! ME! ME! AND WERE. INSTEAD. THEE! THEE! THEE! YOu CANNOT BE CALIBORN. ONLY I CAN BE CALIBORN. THAT IS WHY. I AM. @caliBorn. AND WILL DOuBLE BACK AROuND. TO KILLING. ANY DOuBLE CROSSING DOuBLES WHO PuRPORT TO BE ME. TRY BEING YOu FOR A CHANGE. YOu MIGHT EVEN LIKE IT. PROBABLY NOT THOuGH.

