What an adventure you are! I confide shyly in this - here - internet bullshit because my confidant's ears have been bleeding for 24 months and I'm not willing to wipe them off the sides of their heads just right yet, besides, they've all left by now, my bareness was too much for them to take. Thankfully for them there are parts of humanity you have a choice to watch or not, like your cherished friends insides being eaten by a rabid dog. A low life, too low on the food chain to speak but still infests the green for the rest, the whole world will die off before this is over, before he dies. I'm just babbling, stop reading to save brain cells. The point of all of this is this - I grabbed a cane, waddled my way over to where you were after everything, after everything, after fucking everything, and I handed you what was left in return for to simple gifts, your truth and your words to my world, which had stopped spinning the second it got wind of all of this after everything bullshit. And you went stalking around the town, sucking my pussy dry and taking as you pleased. Normalcy is not a gift. I am now missing more limbs then when I started but all i have to blame is myself, and this angry soul. Paint your fingernails red. Paint them so red it hurts to stare at them, let them chip, re-paint.

My Father,
that arm-raising Nazi,
I'm not even sure how many nieces I have,
But I bet he knows what their insides smell like.