Your greasy lips & your glassy eyes gave you away. I suspected you've been infected by the diseased discharge of the media cunt. So little room to exist between the honest truth and a crippling worldview. Decadent, begging for pleasure. Like a druggie on a hamster wheel begging for forever.
I'm so sorry about you.
You used to say you wanna live with dignity and die on your feet. I hate to see you retreat. It's too early to accept defeat. We're all standing on shaky ground and my knees are trembling too. It doesn't mean I have to lie down. Nobody's dunce. Nobody's fucking clown.
I'm so sorry about you, I suspected you've been infected. I'm so sorry about you.
