I don't enjoy strangers running around, and expecting me to be their best friend as soon as they open their yap. I'm picky about people, it's like sorting through a rotten mass of writhing, pathetic insects to find a cool bug like a praying mantis, or a wolf spider feeding on the weak bugs. People are like a teeming horde of crickets and shit-
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