A peepshow of sorts. Do not deal with the mentor. Stop your damn staring because it's not yours, this is my exhibition. Nothing concerns you here. Wah, wah, wah...is that your comeback to your jealousy towards me? Face up, look here, stare into the mirror you wish you held...Try me fucker, my future is the seduction to your lost child. The window is here, scared is the least I want, never knowing is what I show...your cherry burns and mine has just blossomed. See what you wish yet buried yourself amongst the waiting time of finality. Your admiration is gathered. In the end the hare is your repeater and fatal meaning steps back and never forth. Begin to destroy my pearls with desperate lift. Walking through a cemetery that is so clean, NOT GRAY! A rabbit exposes what is abundantly delinquent. Now think...you are worth what??? I could easily cry ZERO! A talent is me a toddler are you.