Another pathetic liason has taken place in my mind and if it weren't in your's too you're fucked up. You treat me like a child and you DAMN well know I'm not! Do those other saps that fall for you actually dig that bullshit? I care not for the souls of those weak-minded masculine fucks; And for no more than you know me, you sure know how to push my buttons.
Your ugly sweetness has been spread so far over this town I don't get enough of it to satisfy my hunger for your body and mind. You've been depleted by giving your breast milk to so many different men; THAT'S why you got them augmented. That wasn't physically necessary! It gives you this idea in your clear mind that plastic can replace your milk; and now, you can give more. But it doesn't nourish in that natural way. I've decided to look elsewhere for the real shit.
I have a new drug by the way. It's called Reality. Have you tried it yet since you've been voluntarily weened? You have? Small doses I'm sure. Your new drug that's been satisfying your addiction for some time now allows you to watch weak men melt under your wrath, your broom, and your wand. Stirring them in your cauldron.
When I walked into your mansion in the woods I saw it's exquisiteness. The perfection. The time and energy you've put into it so meticulously; I was in awe. But then I saw the basement. I saw whips, chains, handcuffs, and even potions you've manufactured in the lab adjacent to the room I was standing. At first, I thought: "Kinky! I like!" However, my vision was blurred by the lavender-scented potion that hit me when you opened the door for me. I saw the items in the basement and was confused of their real purpose. But I'm not the one affected now. It's you. It feels so good to say.
So now instead, I choose to sit alone on the bench in your garden. I watch your exotic flowers bloom, but i dare not touch them for fear I shall be poisoned. NO! Don't pick one for me, I won't even let you try. It's bound to wither, and die.