I’m traveling and unavailable, but even if I weren’t, I would still be unavailable to you.
You don’t know me
I don’t want you to
I don’t know you
I know I don’t want to
I can understand why Veronica Lake kicked you to the curb for sitting on your ass smoking weed and waiting to die. What the fuck kind of existence is that?
I also understand that people like us get up and go to work every day to make an honest living to support ourselves and families, only to have a portion of our pay go to people like you who are too fucking lazy and irresponsible to get a job; though quite capable, but believe it’s your right to be taken care of, as if the world owes you something simply because you were bourn into it.
If you can’t do the public then get out of it. Find yourself an abandoned asylum somewhere and take up residence with the local ghosts that can co-exist with your own.
I’m not your friend
I never was
I have nothing for you
I never will
I understand your kind, whether you’re flopping on the sofa of an acquaintance/friend, or roaming the halls of your country estate.
You’re all the same inside
Looking for someone to fill the void
I am not filler
Please don’t contact me again