There is nothing open, young lady, after 2 AM but some legs.
The same things that you quip are cute quirks will cause you to want to quickly kill or quit later on…
Oh I trust you, to be anyone, and anyone is everyone and everyone is capable of anything and I don’t trust anything.
The familiar feels excellent until you open your eyes and see what it is that you’re really comfortable with…
Why would I judge you, who are you to me?
There is nothing going on, young lady, with anyone that you have to contact to communicate with…
The same men that say that they love you also say that they love NASCAR, and soda and McDonald’s…
Oh I am telling you, just because you asked me, but I think the idiots should have a chance to reveal themselves…
The frantic fake fandom to feel better about the fact that they lack the fortitude to find out alone///
Why would I judge you, who are you to me?