Losers don't get feet either

Description: You're a filthy boy, aren't you? a pathetic, groveling thing who lives to worship at my feet, desperate to lick the dirt and grime from the bottom of my sneakers. go on, thank me for walking the filthy streets, for collecting every bit of filth just so you can have the privilege of tasting it. my sneakers own you. they bring you to your knees, make your weak, beta brain short-circuit with need. losers like you don’t get pussy. you don’t even deserve to touch my bare feet. you exist to serve, to suffer, and to worship, nothing more.