If I find you,
I will wring you out over paper . . .
. . . drape you out over my imagination's binary canvas.
I will beat you to absolute obliteration with prose.
Dude it's not a threat.
I'm for real!
You want me to hang you up
and pummel you again,
like yesterday?
Do you recall that whomping?
We have been down this road. You and I.
I will own you.
Remember? I found you, used you, and discarded you.
Okay-okay.
Yes I know, I seek you out.
Hey, I'm not the weak one here.
Wait you're right, I need you.
Don't go . . .
Oh my God — I'm tired of your shit.
You'll be back.
Will you?
Wait!
I will wring you out over paper . . .
. . . drape you out over my imagination's binary canvas.
I will beat you to absolute obliteration with prose.
Dude it's not a threat.
I'm for real!
You want me to hang you up
and pummel you again,
like yesterday?
Do you recall that whomping?
We have been down this road. You and I.
I will own you.
Remember? I found you, used you, and discarded you.
Okay-okay.
Yes I know, I seek you out.
Hey, I'm not the weak one here.
Wait you're right, I need you.
Don't go . . .
Oh my God — I'm tired of your shit.
You'll be back.
Will you?
Wait!