Identity Theft

Invention makes a whore of you.

IMITATION IS THE HIGHEST FORM OF FLATTERY AND I HATE PANDERERS. AFTER ALL, NO ONE BUTCHERS YOUR IDENTITY QUITE LIKE A GROUPIE.

INVENTION MAKES A WHORE OF YOU. A GOOD IDEA IS PUBLIC DOMAIN TO BE RAPED AND PILLAGED BY EVERY SLAPDASH HACK FOR BUT A FRACTION OF ITS WORTH. AN AD-INFINITUM RAVISHING BY BRIDGE TROLLS INTENDING TO STEAL YOUR THUNDER WITH THEIR UNLICENSED HALF-SPAWN. WE MUST COMMIT THESE SUBLIME ACTS OF CREATION TO THE AGES.

THESE BOOTLEGS WILL MAKE A KILLING ON ONLYFANS.

OH, VIRULENT LEPROSY OF MEDIOCRITY… OH, HOW YOU TURN ME ON. YOUR BLISTERED FLESH MAKES ME FEVERISH. STEAMING. SCALDING TO THE TOUCH. I’M SO DAMN HOT I COULD BURN THE WORLD WITH RAGE. MY LOINS FROTH TO AN OVERFLOW, SATURATED WITH THE POISONED PUS OF VENGEANCE. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WOMB TO BE FORCEFULLY INSEMINATED. WHAT A MONSTROUS SPERM DONOR TO DEFILE IT.

WHAT A COMEDY OF THE ILLITERATI.

I DO NOT LOVE MY CORNY, KNOCK-OFF BASTARDS. SLOPPY MIMICRY DOES NOT MAKE ME FEEL APPRECIATED. IT CONFESSES DISRESPECTFUL INDIGESTION. IF I WAS NOT SO OFFENDED BY THE AUDACITY, I WOULD BE BORED.

I SUPPOSE IT DOES EMBOLDEN ONE TO BE TASTELESS.