math punch skittle bloody pop up

your face pops up in my mind more times than i close the hundreds of fucking pop-ups my anti pop up little computer thingie doesn't block. the difference is that you do not annoy me that much, usually. unlike some eventually undesired situation, like the times when i prefered to save my impulses for higher deeds or release anger in rather pacific ways given my explosive secret personality. maybe it has to do with my issues with the things we won't metion now, or the things i rather not disclose, and certainly with those that include my unavalability to shut my mouth and say what im thinking like a cold dagger straight to your eyes, served cold, no side dish but my stupidity and lack of self control. yes, i can be a bxtch. but you too, my friend, will be jugded and locked up in the same one with me, you will not be exonerated from all and we will kill each other i think punches and kisses included. but right now you send me a little text message and you are the sweetest moderfoker and we will love each other and then we will bite each other to death. you/me are the all-in kinda people, and us, together is a delicious sour skittles like combination. i'm up for the uggly face sacrifice cause i like my yummy sweet at the end. and with you the sweet is non fattening and healthy plus when on battle i can burn all the extra calories. i've given it a lot of though ya know.