If blood came solely from my chapped lips and the spit that issued from them, maybe you'd know I meant it. The force that only comes from the letter 'f' flung forth with great ferocity. The fear induced by a sudden change in the airs humidity. The fever that comes from fire stoked in between my four burning lids. Pardon me for feeling such things, for facing the truth that is the sham of these past few days.
"Forever my *** you fake *******, clean your face and *******."