I love to kick at the darkness until it bleeds light.
Or sink the knife of reality to the hilt into the belly of denial and twist it with a smirk.
You alternate between squealing like a stuck pig troll, or running like a punk sissy.
I'm in your head.
Anyone reading your posts would say they were the same.<quoted text>You're not even in my toilet bowl. Just as I thought, you've got nothing.