"From the heart," this is a fucking mess:
At the age of 25, you get away with having the verbal ability of a dyslexic kindergartener, because the machine which makes money for you makes even more money from you, so it doesn't attack you the way that it does me and everyone else who refuses to be its fodder.
I bet that you and the people who have turned you into what you are have had many years of more-than-physical satisfaction from looking at my tits. That's what you call them, isn't it? You find watching me deeply, emotionally satisfying.
I don't look smart when my tits are hanging out, do I? So that makes you feel better.
Is the way that you're acting what you call trying to figure things out with Hailey Bieber? It's the "I'll keep hitting on Lena until my wife files for divorce" method?
I don't like that method. It's the method most calculated to have everyone blaming me and nobody taking responsibility for what he or she does.
Yes, I know that you will take the title of this page as code. That's not how I mean it. You can ask me if I give a shit, since you have watched me take so many of them.
Sure, "Charlie's Angels," with that VICIOUS, FUCKING BITCH who won't leave my old friend alone. You know, the star of a billion-dollar movie franchise who slept with someone's husband and ruined his marriage, and who, for some perpetually mysterious reason (MONEY), wasn't (MONEY) punished (MONEY) for (MONEY) it (MONEY) by (MONEY) being (MONEY) targeted (MONEY) for (MONEY) voyeurism (MONEY) and (MONEY) involuntary (MONEY) pornography.