Consider, if the lint that just so happens to be inhabiting your arid and quite frankly bleak head, is capable of such strain to withstand a mere thought that isn’t your own infrequent contemplation, I wanted the liberty to oversee without being hassled for two god damn minutes.
I suppose it’s kind of adorable, in an utterly pathetic way, to see you desperate for any semblance of my interaction however.
And in public, no less? How fiendish of you.
Oh, I’m sorry. Did my astute observation drive too deep and strike a nerve within your rotting, grotesque and awfully pallid corpse that you, in a frenzied rage, decided to resort to the warm, welcoming bosom of downright childish insults? Really. It’s just becoming more and more pitiful to see the longer you rely upon them.
Not that I have much- oh no, allow me to make a correction; I have absolutely no faith that you’d even be able to comprehend saying literally anything else. With all of that free space that makes up the entirety of your regular operating parameters, (your brain- or lack thereof), I would’ve thought that you could’ve at the very least come up with something better other than just a pure lack of creativity.