Lying to her is a man on the telephone.
Saw straight through that fucking scam.
No. She’s pissed.
I’m amplified, severe. Grim.
“Sell yourself to a convict for a biscuit”
Spirit all over you, inside you.
Whore! Wretched! Moron, you disgust me.
Now we’ve embarked and we must try, stay afloat.