The more I let you see, the more hopeless you get for me. Maybe your addiction started with a casual hit. You wanted to see what the big deal was and so you decided to buy a clip. That or, you know, you’re a regular wallet mesmerized by the messages I have for you...etc. it’s not just *within* clips that I fuck you up, but constantly, tightening your own thoughts around you, until you beg me for release. But the effect is also cumulative, deepening over time.. what’s the matter? You don’t like When it seems like I’m reading your mind? Or ... you like it a little too bit much. you know that if I can see through you this easily, I can exploit you just as well.