Your typing does not strike me particularly as attractively intelligent and substantial.
Your face? I laugh! Your body? Let's see you do a little dance.
I know I am capable of your feelings so I should chose to, the way Ellen doesn't really rock out each day.
What about me makes you calculate I am shit? You are like everyone else and need to protect yourself from not being cooler so you can pretend you can tell me what to do.
I am weaving in thoughts from others but do not aim this at their interests but rather to those pulling at my body.
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