What do you know about real and betrayed feelings, a pathetic nonentity? All you have is love in formaldehyde!
And if everything is pink and tender here, then the worms ate the other side.

Pleasure is not worth striving for and asking for its virgin sweet bud from above.
This bitch will vomit everything you liked with giblets, and then fly up into the heavens as an innocent dove.

So what are you waiting for, want to continue looking for your love in this shit.
So let me help you with this, wash your tender thoughts with vomit and tickle your heart with a razor, oh my little misfit.