♦ I've only really seen Felt, barely any of the crew.
WERE YOu EXPECTING ANY DIFFERENT? WE SHOW FACE. YOuR COLLAPSIBLE HOuSE OF CARDS ONLY SHOWS YOuR ENTIRE ASS. YOuR FLAT. FEATuRELESS. HEARTS AND CHECKERED DIAMOND uNDIES COVERED ASSES. WHERE THERE IS NOTHING TO LOOK AT. I BITCHBROKE YOuR ENTIRE MIDNIGHT CREW. MADE THEM APART OF MY DISTINGuISHED FEW. BOuGHT OuT YOuR WOMAN. MADE HER PAINT MY MANOR. THERE IS NOTHING YOu HAVE TO OFFER. THAT I HAVE NOT BOuGHT OuT AND SOLD AT A DISCOuNT. JuST TO SHOW THAT I CAN. YOu ARE. IN OTHER WORDS. BARELY A RELIC. A SKELETON CREW. OPERATING ONLY OuT OF A FORLORN SENSE OF NOSTALGIA. @lordJack COuLD EXPLAIN.
♦ First: I don't wear diamond-covered underwear; I have more taste than something so tacky. ♦ Second: You are like 3 feet tall; the only short person I tolerate is Clubs. ♦ Third: This feels like a toddler puffing his chest and throwing a tantrum. ♦ Lastly, not Spades Slick; I don't care about his opinion. When I say the crew, I mean the crew, not alts or imitations. I mean us.
A REMEDY FOR YOu. LEARN TO READ. BEFORE YOu MOuTH OFF TO A SuPERIOR. LISTING ONLY YOuR INADEQuACIES. AND IMPERCEPTIVE BITCH ASS OVERLOOKINGS. RATHER THAN ITEMS FOR REVIEW. LET uS. PEER INTO. WHAT A PEER MIGHT SAY. IF THEY CAuGHT YOu BY THE SOON TO BE NuBBY WRIST. BEFORE YOu GOT GNAWED OFF IN A PuBLIC SPECTACLE. SHALL WE? FIRST. THE FACT THAT YOu ACKNOWLEDGE THE EXISTENCE OF THE DIAMOND COVERED uNDERWEAR. BuT ADMIT YOu ARE TOO MuCH OF A BROKIE BITCH TO AFFORD IT. IS ONLY AN INDICTMENT OF YOuR WALLET. NOT EVIDENCE OF A FIRM AND HuMBLE MORAL CONVICTION. YOu ARE POOR. THIS DOES NOT MAKE YOu BETTER THAN ANYBODY. STRICTLY WORSE AT HAVING MONEY. SECOND. I AM LITERALLY SIX FOuR. IT SAYS SO IN MY BIO. SECOND TO LAST WORD. WHICH I ALWAYS HAVE. FOLLOWED ONLY BY THE LAST WORD. A GRACIOuS SECOND HELPING. IN THE TWO COuRSE MEAL I ALWAY SERVE MYSELF. WHEN uTTERLY OBLITERATING FOES. WHO SAY SOME STuPID REPuLSIVE SHIT ONLINE. THIRD. YES. PERHAPS NEXT TIME. INSTEAD OF PuFFING YOuR CHEST AND FLINGING YOuR FISTS AROuND. WHEN YOu DO NOT GET YOuR WAY. YOu SHOuLD CRAWL INTO A DIAMOND SHAPED FETAL POSITION. AND WEEP YOuR SORROWS. INTO A NAPPY. SO THAT YOu MIGHT WAKE uP. TRANSMuTED. INTO THE ONLY PERSON. WHO GAVE A SHIT WHAT YOu HAD TO SAY. LASTLY. THERE IS NO *uS* TO SPEAK OF. NOT HERE. YOu AND I HAVE NO ASSOCIATION. AND YOuR SuIT OF SIMPLETONS AND CARDSTOCK SPINAL CORDS IS NOWHERE TO BE FOuND. BACKING YOu uP OR OTHERWISE. THE SuN IS SET ON YOu. AND CLuBS DOuCHE. YOu AND THE REST OF THE PAST THEIR BEDTIME. PAJAMA PARTY CREW. GO THE FuCK BACK TO BED. MIDNIGHT SNOOZE-ERS.
♦ I am not reading all of this.
AM NOT. OR CAN NOT? THE TANTRuM. YOu THREW. HAS SPECKLED YOuR EYES WITH TEARS OF REFRACTION. IMPOSSIBLE TO NAVIGATE. AMONG MY HATERS? MANY SuCH CASES.
♦ I will not. ♦ I haven't willingly engaged with you up until this point because I do not care to. ♦ I made an observation. If you want to convey that as a tantrum, sure. I don't care that much.