_{SHE   ROTS   of   scorned   auth  /  wretched   ichor   flows   through   slightly   vile   veins.   she   comes   off   (  as   vapid,  )   resting   under   a   cloud   of   nina   patterson’s   brutality.   though   one   may   ponder  ————  are   her   mannerisms   introduced   genuinely  ?   perhaps   a   facade   shielding   a   boiling   loathe.}

           _{❝  riles  ——  i’m   serious  !   i’m   literally   considering   not   inviting   nina   this   weekend.   if   she                                                 throws   up   in   my   room   one   more   time,   i’ll   kill   her.  ❞}

—— starslaught.