Keanu Reeves
Let’s be honest-- I am a terrible person.
I want you to know just how terrible I am, how conceited and devious.
I want you to know that I think about you naked, fucking your dead wife in a cold Canadian bedroom.
Every time you thrust into her pale, pudgy cunt that is thick with death and decay
I hear you say: “sorry, eh.” In a cheap Canadian accent you’ve never had.
I want you to hear all the devilish things I say, all the depravity that deeps through my lips like thick tendrils of drool.
I say, look at this man, he’s a good man. But he always looks like a kicked dog.
always play the same character in every movie, facial expressions like clinical depression on botox.
I want you to know that I am an indecent person, because you are a decent one
--and your pain isn’t funny even when it could be.

















