all the things.

ouch.
so,
maybe i'm bad at using sharp things?
whilst cutting a cardboard box up,
so i could package up some treats for some people,
i chopped my finger up instead.
teleport:

jagged gash!
t.w.s.s.?
you can always tell that it's deep
when the slit's sides don't line up right.
yuck.
oh well,  neighbors,
cyanoacrylic adhesive to the rescue!
it's glued shut like crazy,
but it still dripped blood all over the damn place.
gross.
neighbors,
i hate blood, when it's on the outside.
and what's more,
i hate when it makes a reappearance.
yeah,
poppin' seams and spilling that vital sauce,
even in small increments,
is pretty much my least favorite.
what?
oh, heck, yeah-
i'm definitely a great big baby about that.
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is it self-aggrandizement if it's true?
duders,
i guess my personal flavor is delicious.
y'know?
otherwise,
why would it get bitten so hard?
you don't put in inside you if it doesn't taste good.
like,
i mean,
i'm definitely not bragging,
but
my hard styles are the freshest,
and the loudest,
and the most expert,
even if, in practice, in person, together in one place,
it really all kind of adds up to being the worst.
but, like,
all the constituent parts, though?
there are separately special attributes,
and selective sections of this caricatured character,
complete with endearing flaws, foibles, faux pas, and frailties.
it's the sh!tty bits that make it all so much more effective.
just sayin',
every perfume has a sour note hidden in it.
that's a real thing.
but, like,
by being a real sunovab!tchin' cannonballbag barbarian
battle-beastly bigmouthed bard,
i'm actually taking really realness to eleven,
by playing at playing as albie rock.
weird.
somehow,
emoting by rote,
and chewing the scenery until it eschews the fourth wall
is even more honest than just telling the truth.
uh huh.
but,
not everyone can do that......
so instead,
they seem take away the face-valuables,
and the outer layers,
that when they're applied to other other individuals?
yeah.
contagious.
infectious.
invasive.
it gets in there.
there's a harmonic resonance to being like this.
the catchiest terrible song,
unplayable on any but the ugliest instruments.
and then, it still never really sounds the same.
ugh.
rules is rules.
just sayin',
i do what i do, and it does what it does.
really real activators just put it down like that.
all i mean is,
one of me is two of me too many;
never quiet, never soft.....