Stunning the Snake

I startle and I see that you are actuality. You ask more of me than I want to give, actually. You are pouring on the hot sexy like a cheap cologne around me and through me. It is not complicated. You are evil every minute of every day. I am not in the way, I have to answer the ding. I don't mean to be mean, but you do. You cannot photograph someone for no reason if they say no. I am not a public personality. Merging in the mind does not make it so. It is called sexual stalking and you and he need to quit so that the me that is to be can commence properly. You are needing to back away. All your facts are really gay. That means cruel and incorrect. There is no shelter anyware. I must just function in poisonous ooze. Moments are calm, but the rest is cess pit. I feel you bringing Skin Head nation in around me. That will not be. The cops in town have their nations, but it is an analogy. They will just move against people that they just intuitively hate. I ain't part of any of it.