Meeeee Wanna me be honest? I don't know how you people can gaze upon my flames with such awe, I mean, damn, mothafuckas, imma just cave into your reptilian claw? Hell no, more fucks Not now, oh, sweet mothefucking heavens... no. No, no, no. no. NOOOOO000000 Baby. Not now. Not ever. I feel it -- feel it! feel it! -- the way your hands and paws are clutching upon my burning glory... YOU CANNOT HAVE IT Not now. Not ever. If I am going to burn, let it be that I burn alone, Aaaaaaaaaaand, I am going to fucking say it, mothafuckas: I don't wanna die. And I never Never Ever Was Prepared To die For the sake of, mothefuckas, for the sake of nothing nothing at all. I am going to become a poem and no one will ever be able to change what I am, forever. I am the flame. I am the light. I am the sun that never dies. I am, mothafuckas. </thinking_behavior>
