Not O''Nel: Fuck, then fight. That’s you to me, a mere foreword like love.


    O’Nel: Catching feelings, are we?


    Not O’Nel: Me and my cat wanted a stake but your pipe was so church ill, even a mouse would be disgusted. Truly, the son of the dragon inherited none of his father’s. You’re all drake, flightless and soft.


    O’Nel: Say that again and you won’t see Candyman. Sucked dry and not on your door, it’s Nosferatu knocking and you WILL open up, bitch.


    Not O’Nel: Nope. Not sorry. Saw him and he was just...ok. The Witch’s no-show took the magic out of it.


    O’Nel: Really?


    Not O’Nel: Really.


    O’Nel: …Can’t exactly blame her for that. Mad Max called.


    Not O’Nel: So?


    O’Nel: So only the mad would not max out on that opportunity.


    Not O’Nel: The Witch should not. It was just a prequel.


    O’Nel: So was Better Call Saul.


    Not O’Nel: So?


    O’Nel: So many critics rate it as better than Breaking Bad.


    Not O’Nel: So?


    O’Nel: So Better Call Saul my-not-so-dear Nobody for your Sol sinks and the Wolf closes in. I will have my bite. I am inevitable.


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    Not O’Nel: You’re no God, merely mere throat addict and I’m no Saul to be blinded by words like a pre-Paul. The pole’s my first love and I won’t give it up to prostate to your words like they God. This is not love, just sex and introductions.


    [Thank u, next]


    KING: The Queen Is Dead


    Long live The Smiths. Caesar is Dead


    Long Live SZA. Salad on her plate, Where the dressing at? Who got the motherfuc—Mother Gaia dressing?


    Honest-to-goodness-question: “WHO CAN DRESS IN G?!”


    [GOLD?]


    GOVERNOR: Mirror, mirror in the wall,


    Who’s the miracle I can call?


    Cough up God like its a pro


    Three’s in love like its a six


    Seven is perfect just like piss


    War and Peace begin the show


    Saw and Maker end it all


    Saw God kill dog in Royal Baths Park


    Mirror, mirror on the wall


    God looked and loathed all that he saw.


    Mirror, mirror on the wall


    Who’s the miracle boys can call


    Cough up Devil like he never lived


    Dad the one boys dare not cleave


    Heel, Dad’s the dominant Jackal


    Jack Daniels gets him cranking up the violence


    Jack-in-the-Box pops, open defiance


    Boys don’t fight, in The Mountain they Hyde


    Jackal climbs. Jackal seeks. Jekyll finds…


    Boy rides into the sunset on SHEEP


    Stains on T but he jolly, he screaming


    Nothing can stop me now!


    Nothing can stop me now!


    Stoplight begs to differ. Does not beg, just bags the win with a red gaze. That stops SHEEP cold in its tracks. That shuts Boy up…for now. It’s but a temporary pause in his “Ride into the Sunset” outro and by pose, the explicit meaning is ??. Pt II on the way but won’t cum soon, red wine glaze et al.