You're somebodies love, you have the cruelty of a Pitbull. They latch onto the neck and rip and murder with their entire little red muscular bodies. I always offer my undefended neck, I like it. I provoke and antagonize, I can cut people to the bone with just words because they know that those words are true.
It's like electrical storms and solar temples, it's never understood, I never lose, I stopped being made of glass, got hard bark on me now, you can do all the magical rituals and magical rites you want; sit silently in the dwelling place of your infernal and eyeless Gods, it doesn't matter.
Beat my face in and I’ll just spit my blood on you and laugh. Yes, that happened and that's exactly what I did.
Look now, all healed up and pretty again.
I won.