I’d hate your acceptance. I’m nothing unless I grate.
Take maggots. They want to be liked.
We’ll play on the liberal conscience.
I’ve failed. I didn’t rouse you. I mean, if I were inverted I’d be out there soliciting toy departments. Fancy a bit of corruption?
What’s the point in being different? If you want it accepted. You’re like the rest. You want to be liked.
That’s the dilemma. I score this dangerous stuff. Yet expect others to take it. Trying to be outside looking in.