your unintentionally agressive, shining glare reflects on all the silverware and china and crystal and it's the last drop.
i say,
but enough about that let's talk about the fact that you're really ******** distracting (see, i can't even finish my tea!)
you are neon and flashing, police car lights a warning: blinding, seizure and discomfort inducing and tacky but oh so ******* beautiful
(in the wrong way i suppose laugh)
can't you see the commotion you cause?
always ******* parading like it's something to be proud of like you don't care like you don't know like you don't even ******* notice
your appeal is offensive and disgustingly disconcerting and impolite
[ sometimes i wonder if you even own a ******* mirror and if you did, would you, [upon gazing at yourself staring like it's just the thing to ******* do,] would you ***** (like i want to) on the floor on the food on your new shoes ]
sigh look can you just go be you somewhere else, please ?
you're making me sick to my stomach and i can't breathe
cough i'm sorry, it's just
the bile isn't helping my sore throat.
it's all your fault. would you like some more biscuits?
also, this is the longest thing i have ever written.