When others have forgotten you, openly effaced you and left you I, your lowly stalker, stayed here in this decrepit shack of a site. When others brandished you as washed-up, dirty and old I, like a faithful dog, picked up the pieces. Olivia. Cracky. Sky-Queen. Your messed up world still thrills me. Whenever I inject you, snort you, smoke, inhale, mainline, ingest, excrete you from my skin only to be put back in my system again - everytime I do these things it's a brand new experience. And it's killing me.
Why the hell do you have to be so cute?