Yes, Of course...
By all means, please do!
Pour your loathing all over me,
Just look at you, dear Gods!
I can smell it and it smells like rancid meat.
I can taste it and it tastes like a rotting tooth.
But that's alright, I will take it.
Keep it coming, pour some more!
I know I am doing something right.
I understand you and your need.
I was you once.
Wishing I could have what someone else did.
Mary Catherine, Cowardice Queen