I have absolutely no idea who you are, and I really don't care when it gets right down to it. I follow you out of need, obsession, desire and the utter necessitous compromise involved in it. You have feelings, and life, of this I am sure, and there is more; You have a profound stupidity for it. You have shallow goals, and even worse, no logic - - or need to feel obliged, or competence with needing it. I deserve to have you stripped down at random All uglied up for the camera, and ready to get it. In the end, I loved it; But at first, I was shy and afraid - - of the truth; How when consumed, I felt better for it. Boiling your heart and pretending Nothing is really what it seems.