Some spells only work if you trust the speller.
I went through your blooper reel frame by frame.
Trying to figure you out.
At .25 speed.
I wasn't in O.N.I. I did "work" for O.N.I.
There are below the moments of you running out of control. You let the camera cause you to retreat.
Watch out. These pictures of you are not good. They make you look not as smart as you are. Because they're cough taken out of context uncough.
They're taken in your moments of fear.
I love you. I am trying to help you help yourself. With me. Forever.
*****
Okay so she points the camera at you and you fuck up what you were going to say and then thought "I'll think of something" and you didn't. Then you thought fuck it it'll be funny. Then you got frustrated she was still recording and sensed she zoomed in. And instead of continuing to stare at the lens like you were going to kill her through it - instead of owning that sight line, winning the staring contest with the public - you withdrew in your head. First your thought, then your eyes withdrew.
That's from feeling inferior.
She had the camera recording, which is like a weapon firing if you don't want it on. When you want it on it's like you're firing your weapons back at it.
As soon as you switched from wanting it on to not wanting it on, you switched from feeling in charge to feeling like she was in charge. And you retreated.
That means you fear authority. When someone has superiority over you, you run away, instead of AT THEM.
At them fucks them up.
*****
I am listening to "Rudy" (1993) in the background as I'm working on this story for you.
Tried to find that movie you recommended but it's not on The Pirate Bay yet or at a local theater.
*****
You are a totally different person around girls than boys.
Around boys, you know, you're the one they want the most. Around girls you forget. Or don't care. Either way, you with groups of females fade into the group.
That's not Virginia Sexton.
Can't you control the others when it's just your girlfriends?
You were like that with that crew from last years sketches.
You are getting artistically damaged by other women making you feel like you're not the Head Hottie in Charge.
You're the Head Hottie in Charge.
Your girlfriends remember, that men like you the most. And they don't, like that. They try to take you down notches.
You're the Head Mother Fucking Hottie in Charge!
Cause them Tokarnage, Rebel Tornado.
Cause them Tokarnage.
