Dinner was a pair of babybel.
And I was sitting in the corner laughing at you because your shit makes me giggle..
Somebody shot at your expensive helicopter.
Your flying toy..
You went somewhere that you didn’t belong and somebody shot at you..
And I’m supposed to feel sympathy?
HA!
You make me giggle.
What, do you own the WORLD?-soad
The world…the whole thing belongs to you,right?
And everyone that isn’t you can eat shit..
And THAT, is the core of American value if I’ve ever heard of one.
“What? Do you own the WORLD?”
You behave like you do.
You dancing monkey motherfucker.
You devour the flesh of the fruit and you spit out the seed.
Littering the ground which you also don’t care about.
Nah.. we’re not friends.
I would have to die, be reincarnated and visit you at some completely different time..
You’d have to be someone else, for me to love you.
Not this.
Not this whorish being you currently walk around as…
And I don’t need you to agree with me..
“Because I know I’m right”
Every argument you might present is just that..
Wishful thinking..
dusk 