Intellect Interception

Your perception that my imperfection is composed of deception, is merely a conception of your own reflection. Fuck a game, I bare my blame, without the shame and silly me I thought you were the same. Your text book bait and hook. Im not getting took like,a rook, my time is not a game of chess. Let me guess,your strategy is best. At the end of your competition, I wonder if the repetition, of the frustration actually causes the castration. Needed to find, how to gratify and satisfy, your own tattered mind.