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If you think this stupid self-flagellation and half-assed veneration of your plastic Jesus is clever, you're slow. If you think it's going to impress Cracky, you're just deranged. All these glowing words can't veneer the dogshit you're peddling, not the least of all to Cracky herself. God forbid she ever reads this trash, she'll only giggle at the extra foot you just dug in your grave. Why? Because the only thing worse than a psychotic stalker is a psychotic stalkers with masturbatory delusions. I hope one of you half-wits calls her the Skyqueen to her face one day. And when she looks at you like crud she just scraped off her shoe, I hope your soul freezes and your cock withers away.
What mindless self-congratulation is this shit? It is such an unsatisfactory, miserable stew of words you prepare. As if somehow acting like she's God will actually make her Jesus. No matter how many times you prostrate yourself before her, you will never be regarded with even the slightest human warmth. You are the smell of burning flesh, the colour of pus, the texture of cat cock to her. Your sniveling prostration and stilted doggerel only further prove to her that are spineless husks of people.
In short, this fagotry brings you further from her. Probably further from everything. I imagine it doesn't even satisfy you except as a hopeless exercise in elementary English composition.
In closing:
Fuck off and die (KS and anyone else).