about that little 'truly' i'll keep my suspicions in tact.
and came all the oppurtunities you had to make some artful emo remarks on me- the emo black, you had to do it on the one garishly hippy motif screaming the pinks and blues and glitters of sweet rebirth and dreamy refurbishment. 'rehab' is a metaphor, lady. the kind where people take off all their clothes and go and watch the sun shine together after a good lifetimes work. xD nothing pretentious about a little happiness and a sigh.
ah the peasants the peasants. let them eat kevin's semen, the ignorant bastards. all i ask is for a ruffle in my silk, and they want my head on a stick. soon my gorgeous refuge will be burnt by their lowly hands, and your industrial absurdities will suffice instead.
and dominant personality taking over your headspace? oh so you mean the fabulous ego that so enjoys, with increasing frequency in rapidity, the fluctuation of its already monstrous size?
and i burn to wonder about what you'll be posting next. whats most astonishing about you is your fatal habit of crossing lines. ^_^ let's see it then!