Fear And Bigotry Are Bred

And Then Something Truly Bizarre Happened. I Could Feel His Touch Through Our Eyes. I Couldn't Look Away From Him. The Girl In Front Of Him Seemed To Disappear, And All There Was In The Hallway Was Him And The Sweet, Beautiful Smell Of His Blood.

Okay, Well, Let's Do A Little Reenactment. I'm The Gay-looking Dicaprio And You're Rose. You Have To Keep Your Eyes Open And On My Face, Or You'll Have To Let Me Go And I'll Turn Into A Huge Gay Popsicle.

Oh. Yeah. That Does Make Sense.” Shaylin Hesitated. “but I Don’t Know Which Dorm Room Is Hers.” “third Floor, Number Thirty-six. When They Shared A Brain, They Used To Say It Stood For Their Chest Size. I Said It Was Their Combined Iq.” “of Course You Did,” Shaylin Said. “see, You Do Understand Me!” Aphrodite Said With Fake Enthusiasm.

Give Me Strength, Not To Be Better Than My Enemies, But To Defeat My Greatest Enemy, The Doubts Within Myself. Give Me Strength For A Straight Back And Clear Eyes, So When Life Fades, As The Setting Sun, My Spirit May Come To You Without Shame.

I'm Not Stupid, Stupid. Leave This Whole Thing In My Extremely Capable And Well-manicured Hands. I'll Call You Later With An Update. Bye!