“Poor baby boy, is that a negative spell honing in like a loaded black cloud set to burst? Hang in there for just one minute while I trivialize your emotion, your motivation, your hopes, your dreams. You cannot feel ire, you will not shed tears. A lesson to learn: as long as there's pain, as long as there's fear you should feel ashamed of every instance of indignation you’ve ever felt. As long as you are male, you don’t deserve this un-fulfillment. Your pigmentation disallows your choler.”
I’d like to thank you for the speech you’ve delivered from your condescending high-horse, like you’re the only one that’s lived; traveled; experienced destitute from an elevated Maslowian bubble. You’re smarter than this, and human psychology is more complex than you prefer to credit. But I won’t argue. I’m not seventeen anymore.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
