I am, and will probably remain, at least for the foreseeable future, an idiot. And with this idiocy comes, you know, certain unalienable rights and responsibilities. Namely that I have to tell to truth, as I see it, constantly. Yeah, it is definitely a bit savage; and yeah, this shit, it most definitely cuts both ways.

You are. So, so goddamn amazingly beautiful. As phosphorescent as a sea current. Have you? ever seen? your sweet perfected reflection in the scared and pitted chromium of my head? The way you look: to me, it shears diamonds, in pale and in two. I mean, that you leave me shattered, and afterwards there can be nothing left but pride and broken porcelain.

Never doubt that you are beautiful. You are. I have seen far more, far far more than my fair share of ugliness. Eaten and eaten of that particular pie till my stomach exploded forthwith; burst apart at the seams and split entirely open and spilled it's guts to the world. You are beautiful, I can judge, because I have been privy to the honest comparison. These things I've seen and done.

You sweep, you have blown me with a breath, kite-like, away into the sky, you are the tide to my sandcastle, and even though you might be, completely, out of my league, you are. you remain. still. so so goddamn beautiful, and I thank you for it.

Never doubt you are beautiful, because I always see the executioner in people, but inside you I can also see the priest.

Love ain't blind, it's hopeless; and lady, if you was a gun, I would be your fellatio, in a second.