in the quietude a the night a final utterance passes my parched lips "gutterblood" i say before the glistenin blade a the guillotine comes dowwn swwiftly on my neck just like ivve imagined one a your scorchin kisses on so many lonely lights my little pusherwworm
youre not evven tryin anymore come on wwere you not feelin the nasty red mush brewwin betwween us
iT KIND OF, mAKES ME REALLY NOT WANT TO HANG OUT, oR PLAY WITH YOU, wHEN YOU BREAK OUT THE, sLURS YOU CAN'T EVEN, rECLAIM,
holy wwhale blubber you "trolls" are addicted to suckin the fun out a evverythin
i AM NOT, gOING TO SAY WHAT i WOULD LIKE TO, iN RESPONSE TO THAT, bECAUSE i AM FOLLOW1NG THE, t.H.I.N.K. FRAMEWORK, pOPULARIZED BY MANY HUMAN CULTURES, aND ALSO BECAUSE i THINK YOU WOULD JUST TAKE 1T, aS MORE CALIGINOUS PASSES, wHICH TO BE CLEAR, tHERE HAVE BEEN NONE, tHUS FAR,
wITH OR WITHOUT, yOUR GLASSES ON, aRE YOU SEEING THAT, pOSS1BILITY, bECAUSE i HAVE TO ASSUME, tHAT IT'S WITH THE LATTER, bECAUSE THAT WAY YOUR VISION IS, fLAWED AND IMPERFECT AND THUS, yOU SEE1NG THAT, bECOMES A MISTAKE,
i knoww your type tavv dont let my poor posture an lovve a mini figures fool you im a born lowwblood tamer you dream for the day my tyrannical boot comes dowwn on your big bronze ass all it takes to break a leftie wwomans constitution is a good crackin from some superior bvvb

