That’s your disgusting.…all yours.
Mmm, you’re pretty disgusting yourself.
Do you realize we are all alone here?
No intruders tonight. Yippee!!!
Just you and me.
Yeah and a lurking orangutan with a razor blade.
I’m keeping watchful.
always watching you meatball… ALWAYS . . . WATCHING YOU
Too fast for him this time, but speak of the devil.
Here’s to watching you. Do you want people to know your sexy intelligence comes from botflies and that you have to keep feeding them with your cancer? Stay sexy and intelligent and euphoric from behind your computer please.
Your body is not a returning investment to me. I don’t want to play in to your cancer.
Do you know that if God can manifest an entire world with animals and birds and fish and grass and trees and people and the elements and the Light with His Word and then he calls YOU a god, there’s a good chance that what comes out of your mouth can be manifested into reality.
Can you imagine if God had said, “It is cancer” after every manifested creation.
Pain and fat. That is all you show up as.
You are being rejected. I don’t want pain and fat compromising me.
Pain and fat and you get away with everything.
Yeah well “pity” was taken.
Remove your shirt and look down at your torso. Does the color match? Do you like what you see? What are your feelings?
Take of your shirt and look down at your torso. How is the focus? Can you see the outlines clearly?
I think we have moved beyond rejection.
Is my painfully fatty presence compromising you?
I can’t do that. You might see me naked.
Take off yours. But don’t tell me what you see.
Sure. It’s paned, framed and flat. It is pain, shame, and fat.
How did it get here and why is it here I don’t know either. Do you have any idea? It is like a guillotine seriously imposing on my life. Is it your perhaps?
Do you believe I misappropriated it?
What do you do when you can’t breathe? Stop talking, eating, drinking, and smoking or just pass the buck?