Cohesive Thinking makes Cupcakes Chew Unicorns and Piglets Snort Sprinkles

a very un-average person asked the following question:
         "how"
and I replied, as the kind, generous, warm-hearted, happy-holiday, spirited kinsfolk I am,
          "have you read tfios"
and it (the person, not valid of a s/he) responded with a nonchalant, blasé voice
           "of course"
and so I (properly referred to as Miss at all times) constructed the following sentence

  To think that an individual of your horridly abysmal intellect could dare try to conjure the thought of asking 'how' is utterly shocking and I, please call me Miss, deserve an apology from your dying, blue lips as you try to float in the world, a world you'll die in, thanks to your faults of cheating and lying and prying and pretending and being a snitch, and I will always, as always, laugh at your menace, but not in my face, for my eyes tell a story, one you'll never catch; so try to squeeze a word out of your mouth, roll it off your tongue, and say, "I'm sorry I'm a bitch, my mother made me this way," and as always I answer in a perfectly snobbish tone, "your mother was a lady, you're the one who fell off of the throne" and you'll cry, like the worthless dust speck you are, and weep "please, i'm just trying to play the part" and I'll cackle, but truly, not to your face, again with eyes, in my off-fashion way, and trying not to slap or pinch or jab I will formulate the statement, the statement of your end, 'girl, you're falling from a very large height and cliff with a gradient of universal measure, a number not understood by a peasant-minded fool like you, and you pushed yourself off the cliff, very hard, and you shoved yourself, there were only two hands, you're to blame for your shame and your screaming end, for you pulled the lever and slammed all the buttons, and you were the liar the pry-er the cheater, the slob who pretended to have something else, and you missed the point that we love you the way you are, and not the fake plastic tin foil wrapped robot you pretend to be, so please as you die remember that trash is only trash if you want to be and your enigma is gone if you




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