HE WRITES CALLIGRAPHY WITH A FEATHER IN PURE INDIAN INK, TATTED ON PARCHMENT PAPER WHERE THE SULFURIC ACID BLEEDS IMAGES OFF HIS BASIC INSTINCTS... MY AROUSAL STAY AMUSED LIKE A CARROUSEL SPINNING ON IT'S AXIS, DOES THIS DEFY WHO I AM~ BUT BEFORE I ANSWER THAT I HAVE TO ASK YOU WHY DO YOU ASK THIS? SOME PROJECTIONS ARE REAL LIKE A FIRE THAT'S STEADY RISING, AND IF SOMEONE TRIES TO TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME I'LL PUT THIS MUTHAFUCKA IN FLAMES LIKE LEFT EYE DID THE HOUSE OF ANDRE RISON....
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