i guess at times i feel i deserve this, but then i realize that that is a lie and that it is not I but you because you are a child, weak and vulnerable to the touch you hold no mind to anything but the games you think your playing-and winning at that. because you always win-dont you? throw yourself on the floor, and get your way because that is how you like it. Just try to find another way to escape who you really are. after all, that is what i am-isnt it? but ah, i see an inconsistency. and in the mirror i see what you should see you miniscule, undistingushed vile of insolence you pride urself in the gambles that you make realize you are gaining nothing in this game but losing everything at stake.you- commeserative, dispicable, flaccid little you.