Me

 
you were happy all weekend, because you looked at your self,  and you saw you was not dead. you had the longest white  hair, and the shiniest silver ring, on your third finger right hand...you spoke the 'light of Arda', with a silvery voice in light, over the ring, the inscription was white, elf writing...you thought, I'm in God, I am in God, and I might live forever
 
well damn, you're happy with yourself...even when they look, and you're spaced out and you were in a shitty, lumpy bed, with metal springs sticking in your side, with a dribble covered pillow, fermenting into the foam, because the covers fall off...a nutty haircut with a quiff in the middle, a dirty pudgy kind of face with an ugly upturned nose, and the way the gypsy face has caught all these wrikles, and is turnign grey from the furr, of which you found a little tuft, in an odd place by the side of your nose..and it's all very funny that they are looking...and... a bit chubby now from all the speed eating...
 
so damn you...you're happy now...and you've been monstrous, and you have died...
 
You're happy until the ring gets, nicked, or the devil breathes on it and it burns and rusts, and you get in trouble, and you get damned, and you end up looking like that demon-lad...with his grey skin, wrinkly old face, the long reptilian tail...
 
"You think you are just an ugly face, of evil; yet it's that which gets women wanting, but I can see you actually turn into some kind of dinosaur with a long tail...and that is not, hot...and I am laughing at you...""