I will be having the teeth.
I will be having the dessert.
The woman to your left, shes mine.
I kill horses.
I make easy money.
You are most certainly wrong.
I am most certainly right.
There is no room in my heart for you.
There is no heart in this room for you.
You will never be my valentine.
I will have your finest whelp,
your heaviest cloth,
your most ancient clock.
I will have it now.
I forgot your name.
I've met dozens of people who look just like you.
I can see spirit animals and yours in unappealing.
I can see the future and yours is unappealing.
I am going to write, star and direct in my own feature film.
I don't care how long it takes me.
I am going to be immortalized by a brand name.
Your children will adore me.
Your mother will too.
But you will not,
you most certainly will not.
And it will mean nothing to me.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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