Some Hurricane

So all that shit on fb that day- Hurricane song, the painting, the fuckton drop of special message images, Joga, all that- that’s all bullshit, huh?

Yep, just a gentle breeze, here

You’re still just a villain- a masked weasel, still.

You said nothing. So that means I’ll be dropping by sometime to see if you have the capability of looking your prey in the eye, instead of being a safe distance from consequences for all your shitty decisions you’ve made about me.

Fuck you and that warped heart gasping for breath in your chest.