I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me. Woah, you’ve got some nice moves. You know, I’m beginning to think you’re exactly my type. Oh yeah, that’s the good stuff. You know, when I left the house today, I was thinking:

"Damn, I really hope some hot chick paints my brains all over some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hallway.” And here we are. I mean really, just absolutely destroy me. I’m talkin’ full-on, watermelon-in-the-thighs level carnage. I mean I want fighting back to just embarrass me if anything.

And I want it to scare the ♥♥♥♥ out of me, I mean I hope I piss myself. I hope I piss myself and you call me your little “peepee pisspiss boy.” I want you to ♥♥♥♥ me up. I mean I want you to make me your ♥♥♥♥♥. Your little peepee-piss-myself-♥♥♥♥♥. I want it to get embarrassing.

I mean like… weirdly embarrassing. Unsanitary, too. Do you understand what I’m trying to say here? I mean, I’m a real freak. I’m not normal. I want it to get medically inadvisable. I want the neighbors to worry. Hell, I want them to call the cops.

And when the cops show up, I want them to worry too. We should be entirely different people, by the end of the first eight hours. You look like you’re not following. Are you paying attention? Do you understand?

I’ve thought about this a lot so I can go into as much detail as you need. I’m a real explorer. I do have limits, probably, I’ve just spent my whole life trying to figure out where they are. That’s why I need your help. Please, you have to destroy me.

Please, you have to crush me it’s the only way I’ll find peace, Ma’am.