Z You're strange. Strange how the most unexpected moments bring good fortune, in the most unexpected of ways. Your way is peculiar; your fortune unmistakably poor. Let me take my hand and brush away the tears of your beautiful, gorgeous, pretty... Face me with honesty. Is that all you are to me? Meat the way of the male, then tell me you can't appreciate my looks as something more. Why are you so restrictive? Let me take my hand and slap you along the bones of your face until you bleed, lick your wounds, kiss you with the crimson stain of your fragile body. In a world stained by piss why can't you hearken to the dick? Why can't.. I... ..be enough?