i may be a sick boy with lots a bad habits and neurosis always writing evil poems about women with twisted ideas about *** and love cause its more fun to be a ***** creepy boy cause im trans romantic account of endless deprivations
but im beyond good sinless really as perfect as could be better then god who doesn't have toΒ Β put up with being finite having to worry about stuff like getting sick money and payin the ****** bills getting fat body image stayin regular getting love and attention emotional ups and downs and reality distortions putting up with poisonalities trying to write right tolerating ******* politicians insults and death and various other kinds of **** hurt