I've got spit, so we can get to it. I've got tears for the times when I rue it. I've got sweat, sometimes I sweat bullets. But blood is the deadliest bodily fluid. Your won'ts have no weight, better upgrade to can'ts or these cancerous confidence games don't stand a chance. You can't afford the reputation. You can't ignore the body count. Meet me at the blood bank, I'll withdraw and take you out. I'm a jerk unless I'm working out my circular rants. You're an angularly mangled victim of circumstance. Try walking in my shoes. Try getting in my pants. An open invitation to lay down and feed the plants.
