Potentionally Bias

Un-likely easy to pretend not to be pretentious,Potentionally Bias,though I attended Your affectation and I'll betroth our adolescent affection. Now quiver

cause I wont explain in critical fashion An injury contrived from our compassion.Heedlessness;You still dont see it yet however, Morally convicted I still

dont understand it yet either.Besides You should just kill yourself or atleast portray your own abolishment,I'd coincidentally admit your self-effacement

properly, But those are just words and its you who insisted pro-creating my insanity. Fucking was her second nature and only quality, Futhermore innate she

wasnt that pretty beleive me. Oh, Listen to I so profound I had almost forgot about prescribing charisma to my qualities as well as

Distraught,Irrational,Lost,Confined,Demented,frenetic and inattentive I cant apt auspicious behaviours anymore for I suspect to backbite any and all of my

successes.Suspectless I've none to blame for a healthy disdain.I came prepared for a useless conclusion to existance scattered between remnants of reality

T.V shows and continental crisis, I'll conclude although bleak Consistant happiness contrary to catchy belief is not a stone throw away or a perky nipple for

that matter, Ill re-issue it Bliss which resides not within you or I but herein whores who coincidentally are not.I must laugh i used whore as a

contemporary substitute for love, What does that make me then? an overstated embellished counterfeit? Hopefully so, for I can not imagine me being anything

to equal that stature. Lets imagine a world propagated in calamity,Look at him he predicted calamity for the economy, But fear not because thats not the man

I planned to be, So lets just skip to plan B. We were going to assume in here or there on earth a respect for melancholy But now thats just mentally weak

like the rest of you, for me its nothing controllable being "weak" is a constant and a constant you will consider fact and a fact is a consequence for

someone like  I.Re-define your thoughts for a moment and know that I must be talking about distress or contempt instead realize I speak of nothing to quarrel

your thoughts, You must only aquire your assumptions and leave. Slam the fucking door and leave, But that will be the last time you slam that door maybe not

the last to open it But ill warn thee not to close it again. For im not me or he or she or even I ever again.