and that's why i can't go for that

and that's why i can't go for that
and that frump looked like a fucking clown today, i'm not even kidding you. she's so lowly, i can't believe it. i look at him and i'm sad all day. he's horrible terrible and there's a storm coming. oh yeah there is. he's pretty much dead. dead to me, dead to everyone else and just dead in general. if he ever speaks to me again, i don't even want to think about how much pain he'll be in. it won't be fun for him. i just want to take a step sideways and take off running. i want to get far far far away from him and keep going farther. he is bad. bad bad bad. bad feeling. bad feeling. i want him to stay away from me and never talk to me again. i want him gone. i want him away away away. never in front of me again. there's a line in the sand, i drew it, jkirk helped, and if he steps over it - we step on his toes. then we step on his skull. and all of his other tender spots. which, to no extent, i could point out. as for now? i'm off to a cigarette with good looks. good feelings about that cigarette.