lisa, these people are just here to get you to show them your tits or maybe a flash of your brown twat or unbleached asshole. they don't give a fuck about talking to you. you're not cag.
there are the select few naive, damaged people who somehow fall for you and your lonely, angry, on the verge facaade, but i know that's not the real you. i know you can be a loviing person who thinks of others and can forget the abuse your life has thrown at you. i knkow that's why you flushed that life from yur boddy. you knew you could never care for it and would destroy it the way the world destroyed you. i know that the best you can do is try to care for a cat or the cockroaches and rats that inhabit your hovel with you. i know that even a dog would be too much, because that takes a little bit more attention.
just know that i'm here for you and i wish i could lay my head on your thighs. they are beautiful.
So that would have been monde at campidiot, he's obsessed with my thighs