No one, no one here, no one there, ever.
Uncared for, it felt dark and misty.
All alone, aside seven billion souls.
Needed only when needed, a solitude.
Ring-fenced in an imaginary world of love.
No escape for me to my reality, it hurts.
Kept knocking on the walls, for affection.
Wisely I tethered on, purposely off,  living in a solstice of dream.

We are cow!
Grass is yummy!
And the pasture
Makes we hungry!
Steal straw faster
Grab by hunkies!
Rise, Go faster
Pass by monkeys!

So

I jump with glee
Squirt my ***!
they die sadly
Watch them happily!

For we are cow.

Actually that really ******
I read the message right when you sent it. And it took me three hours to respond because I didn't know what to do. I mean it's all whatever but the news you delivered has really put a **** damper on my thought process. Coming second best has been the issue in the past three semi sort of relationships I have had and every time the weight gets heavier and heavier and it just *****. I hate coming in second. More than anything. It spurs my jealous blood stream. So I guess In future reference..maybe no reason is better than a reason to not want to see someone. For me it's the less I know the better. Because I think too much.

I would love to be Kim Jong (Yung) Un.
    fat, rich, and powerful,
              make my people believe our world is indestructible,
                           all the while keeping them malleable and gullible.
I could keep my people stuck.
         make them sleep in fear,
             if I manage to hear they don't like they way I clean my ears.
ill be terrible with criticism,
          make terrible decisions,
                and I'll also build hotels for no one to live in em'.
Ill try and start **** because I'm spoiled and have this strange pride in which I think I covet something when it never was rightfully really mine.

   But its alright,
I am who could be heard,
who should be feared,
and I should be the center of attention,
                          in an auditorium where everyone was taught                  
since birth to praise me and my family.

but im pretty content with the fact that I can type this and not get my skull bashed in by the militant police, because of political scrutiny.