"people who harm people do not do so in front of everyone, so she's fine. she is an angel. he is a sinner. he lied repeatedly. he made things up. he sounded crazy. he is an abuser in disguise, a lying circus sideshow, someone who isn't funny, but fun. a person who hates indiscriminately doesn't hold grudges, nor does she. she is evil, but not crazy. she is lying, but not stupid. she is evil. she is crazy. she is abusive. she isn't funny, nor is she fun, but she is fun to be around, and that's my evil. I made her evil? Since?

I am an abuser, too, also a diagnosed genius. I may not have a good bone left, but you can have one, you dog. Shame on your interests in life, shame on hers, too, shame on hers never. I am going not to help an angel, but kill him instead, as I'm obligated to kill as a killed soul. I am too evil to stop her. I am not sure why someone is interested in homes, for the homeless, when he isn't. He is scary. He is violent. He is gross. He is disgusting. He is feral, not she, and he isn't that funny, he doesn't even watch "Elf," but he resembles an ogre, not me. I am an aggressive thing, someone unworthy. For that reason, I've already discussed how to protect. I am a dangerous person, but not in danger. So I'm okay? I am not that sure? I am. You coward! You fucking coward - you disturbed thing! You are going to be rewarded later? Stupid! I like killing people for fun, not you. So please don't indulge my fantasy of revenge, by acting hard, because you are soft."

I am, soft, indeed. I like life, not death. You are scary, too, and you assisted, by knowing too much. You are a danger to others, and you need to know that dangerous people shouldn't be. You are too much! Too little simultaneously! You are a frightened soul, reflecting a core of anger and malice, something she induldges in, too often. You are a frightening being, a liar, a destroyer, just the same, someone who hates so much that she became Devil #39452, a feral thing, an angry being, an unbeating heart, a science fair project, a disturbing thing, a clown, and too dumb for me to converse with, as I refused that option right now. By the way, you shouldn't practice while under investigation, because you've been investigated as a dangerous lady, someone who indulged too much. You may not take money. You did, so..? You know what's next? Jail! But the spiritual jail is fully booked, so I'll take you to the real one. You are not a good person, you steal ideas, you plagiarize ideas, your motif is crass and aggressive, stolen from Amal, and it's ugly to see, someone with so much take the things she has, to tempt others. You are a dangerous angel, just the same as your friend, and I dislike you intensely. You may not harm others, but that's your thing, something so disgusting that I can't comprehend, someone so dumb that I can't befriend, someone who breaks poems down into stanzas...