Take two thrills and call me in the mourning

It's pretty bad when your fire never flickers, and your fellow human is a twit! You believe I pulled the shot. Like I believe the bastards would pull it on their own mothers. You don't have any true sense of danger. You think the past occupied would stand up pretty fucking fast if threatened again. Or do you believe that the marriage I speak of is from experience. None of you could envision reality if it raped your fore-fathers of their gift to you, found now playing with the fucking truth like you've joined special ed! You're special, you're just not grasping the dire straits of the shit-u-ation!.