I guess I can't blame you,
who wouldn't feel this way seeing that face?
Anyway,
I doubt and dare anyone to blame me for how I feel.
Insane how just 129 wouldn't be enough.
You're so fucking lucky
that the distance makes me a 147.
But remember, just one flight away
from a 121.
Don't worry.
None of this is about 121-A.
I'm not that kind of monster.
Women's are sacred.
Except for that one,
because she is not one.
I heard you got some fucked-up mental issues.
I've got the cure,
in many clauses of the 2 to fit.
Legitimate defense of honor? Bullshit,
legitimate defense of humanity,
for aberrations like you existing.
Obviously, these are all words.
Literally.
Judge, I'd never slit someone's throat.
Threat?
Not at all, I'm just a writer
exercising my arbitrary poetic freedom to talk about
blood, hate, rage, plotting deaths and curing diseases.
These things blow up my mind,
just how I'd love to blow up yours,
with letters, of course.
Six, being more specific.
Many calculations, I imagine.
I hope the police don't know Archimedes.
They can't know why the volume of water in a lake
rose by the same amount as the volume of a human body.
Are you good at red fluids mechanics?
You should.
You know, I'm just saying.
You're exercising your single reasons.
And I'm exercising my plural emotions.
I must be lucky, cause this behavior would be atypical,
literally,
because you're not even human.
You're just a piece of shit.
Stardust,
but your star
never even got to shine.
And that's your destiny, twice.
Dust we came
dust we go.
And the sun scientists in white
will be able to see
all the infra red
from far away.
I'm a fucking monster,
Literarily.
Literally.
