Your hands, they're so pretty and soft. Did you make them all by yourself? Oh you did? Impressive. I didn't make my own hands I forced this ugly white boy from New Jersey to make them for me. What was his name? He was this super skinny guy with a scorpion tattoo on his neck and I think he mentioned something about being in a band once? Do you know him? Oh, he's your ex boyfriend and ex band member? What a small world (exclamation point) LOL. We should be friends, what’s your number? Wanna hang out sometime? Are you on Myfriendsmakeouspace-ster (fuckeachotherfuckeachotherfuckeachother) club? Me too. Wanna fuck? I’m just like you. Can I borrow your car? Live at your house? Eat your pets? Kill your parents? We’re so perfect together, (for each other)…. Opportunity is knocking do you hear it? BANGBANG. I wrote a song about you, it has 25 different parts that don’t belong together. I scream and cry and there’s no melody whatsoever, you’ll love it, listen to it everyday…. Until all you friends like it too, then you’ll say it sucks and call me a sellout. Do you wanna get matching tattoos, have the same haircut, go steady, and just be friends so we can fuck everyone else who looks just like us, thinks like us, and feels like us too? Fuck, look at me, look at me, right here, right in my fucking eyes. Can you see it? No? Look closer then. How about now? No? Maybe it’s the atrocious lighting in here. Wait let me take a crooked picture with my hair in my face while I cut your name into my thigh. Do you see it now? You don’t see anything? Nothing at all? Are you sure? Positive? Weird, me either, small fucking world huh? What do you mean you've already heard these words before? Ft Willz? Who is that? Oh, him. Forget about him baby. Sorry I was reminding you of him, it's not my fault you like your men the same. I mean seriously. I'm skinny, and I have Borderline Personality Disorder too you know. But I'm sorry. I really am baby. Lets talk about something else... like... what do you use on your beautiful hands? I'm thinking lotion, am I right? YES! I KNEW IT! I could tell by how soft your hands are. Now... what lotion do you use and where do you buy it? Oooh, I don't think I've heard of that store or brand before.. you should take me there sometime. Like a date. What do you think? Yeah, it would be wonderful. And I don't care if you're a millionaire, I'm paying for it all, do you understand? Your hands are too pretty to be paying for stuff. You're cute when you blush you know? Well, you're always cute, but anyways. How long did it take you to finish making your hands? You don't remember? Huh. I remember everything. I remember my time in my mother's uterus, I remmember being born, I remember saying my first word. I even remember what was happening when I was concieved, no matter how much I try to forget about it... But anyways. You don't even remember making your heart? Huh. Can I see your heart? I feel like it'd be strong, just like your soft hands. What do you mean you can't just show me? Just take off your clothes and your skin and I'll be able to see it. That is how it works though, I've done it numerous times back when I was a whore; I'd show everyone my heart, my intestines, my liver, even my brain. Ohhhh, I get it now. How disappointing. And here I thought I'd be able to play with your intestines one day, feel their mucus while I straighten them out and then unstraighten them again. Guess I have to settle with your hair.. wait a minute, your hair feels so unbearably soft. What shampoo do you use? Wow. How are you so attractive? Did your appendex ever burst, I want to knit you something.