I come to work to work. Do you. I'm good, so long as you don't carry on like you are universal to me. I'll come straight for your fake smiling asses if that is the attitude. I will fucking run up on your ass so hard. You have no idea. I'm not into love in the mirror, nor am I into carrying on like she doesn't exist, of metaphysical enounter among rigors... Sounds crazy. Sounds insane. Split the categories loves. Do you. Do your path. Find that inner calling that resonates. Fuck with my path and I am burning this bitch fucking down. Fire and flames baby. Keep fucking with me.