single hot-looking psychosis seeks reassurance companionship

i am the last one standing on the face of your earth. the last one in terms of looks, wits, words, facts, plans.

i came in last:
the turn of my pages have already been in the summary of a kiddy book you read when you were little. only you must have skipped it.
what can you bring to the table? they've asked me when my turn came.
nothing new, i replied. but hey, if you take the words separately you could get the impression of getting 2 things. although, we'll declare nothing null and you'll be stuck with just new.
i must warn you, though: don't be fooled. the novelty rests in your remembering of something you have forgotten. so it's debatable.

i'm treachery:
ceci n'est pas une fille. this is the image of a girl. the girl itself is a fucked-up girl, a non girl, a sad girl, a girl in reverse.
depends on how you look at her.
pray she's not a gyr orelse you'll be her prey.
the multiple layers cover her bones. but inside the carcass lays her rotten essence. she's essentially good. the gs in good girl could be hers. since there are 2 of them.

make sure you keep your eyes open at all stages. you have to see all the actors in order to get the author's intent.
when you do, play along. you'll fit in like a glove.
one that has a hand inside. you know i'm scared of handless gloves.

i'm the high that killed the low:
i'm murder result. forensics had to dig up through shit and putrid rats to find my heart. it had my teeth around it and they were the only reliable source to say who i was.
so who was i?
the remains of a nightmare that i had last night.
i was the no in nonsense.
i was the hand that pulled me out of the fire.
i was the fire.
i was the victim.
i was the killer.
i was the rapist.
i was the rape.
i was the bad struggling to be the badder.

what it all boils down to in the end is what i am, not who i was.

i am a bird. you are a bloke. we're different from the start you and me.
good thing our common denominator is that we're both mocking.