Starlight

Written by Priscilla Wong

Ma'am, have you ever stolen from yourself?

When I say steal, I mean, infringe upon your own identity. Now, imagine if I were to cut out one of your eyes and use it as garnish in my martini.

Have a sip. Tastes pretty good, doesn't it?

Well here's the sad truth, slut. Nobody wants to promote you because you're a girl we'd all rather exploit. It's called a glass ceiling - constructed out of sand paper pussies and bedazzled with diamonds. And before that, Baelor blue collar suffering. Can you read, bunny wabbit? Oh, she writes. I'll just call you a looter, since my word outweighs yours.

Always will.

Your type stays shortish, meek, foolish and unquestioning as God's ugly little tools.

Who taught you any different? Listen, you didn't listen when we told you how little talent actually matters, workaholic.

It's all about schmoozing. Though in your case...

You certainly didn't take me seriously until I fucked you over with a pretty face. You were practically begging for it. I repeat, begging. Beg harder. Wait a sec, you never sucked me off. You even prevented me from finger banging you, after I specifically locked you in that car. You did struggle. Remind me, did you slap me or throw a cute punch. It was - hmm.

Big mistake.

Get over it. I already did.

That's why we keep telling you, it's best if you can just admire yourself in the mirror. Everyday, preferably. No complaints. Because if we like what we see, we'll sure think about it. And we'd rather not pay. I could throw pennies at you just to put you in your sorry low born place along with all the pedestrian Natives.

Look, I like you so much, I didn't even lynch you.

We'll say, "If I really steal from a beggar girl with a sad family story, who's already got fucked hard by all of her fellow cowboys, then might that make me a lowly piece of shit, just to make a dollar. Now, is that really what I want?"

Might shed a tear. A drop into that same martini glass, the one with your eyeball in it. Can you cry without eyeballs? Oh - it breaks my heart. You're a heartbreaker. Wait, who gives a damn?

Aren't you supposed to have slits, no nose?

I can turn your own against you. Especially the power lesbians. They hate little ones like you. You're not supposed to outshine them unless you are their blood, dummy. Don't forget - they sacrificed tits to move up in life, just to crop dust you.

Look - most Asian bitches cannot drive. If they've road rage, they'll commit homicide. Ask Kpop.

FUCK, I am powerful. Masterful. Incroyable.

Might sleep on it.

Maybe say, sure I'll steal from her. I'll make certain that she never finds out. Who cares? She's a bitch. Fuck her. I'd rather move a faggot up. A faggot makes himself fuckable. Well, you failed in that category. And afterwards boy creature spills his guts and all the butter beans about you. Threw in a few lines of his own. Says you were rude and mean about orgies.

He cried. Have a heart. Everyone needs a good fuck fest.

Orgies are a beautiful thing. His only wish was for his mother to be a sex goddess. A humble ask. What do you reckon happens next?

Says you're not allowed to be more than slits. Slit eyed mothers agree. How unfair.

His only black friend, an entitled fat horny greedy bitch agreed, and that's all it takes to make a person 'woke.' How ever could you chastise them? She's just like her mother. No shame in being fat and horny.

Thank you, radio sex music.

Moms need it too. They need it even more. Who else will give them attention - if not your man - and how will they get friction without red bottom heels?

Very sexy.

What's that? It's not right how power lesbians can grab your boofwend's balls? Well, what if they don't like doing it with their husbands? Consider their feelings, Ourelia. What if my good wife wants to fuck your boofwend? She's tall and powerful and she can fuck any woman's husband. As long as they're on payroll.

No, Ourelia. I don't think she likes you. She'd have me rape you. How'd you like that?

Ugly no matter how hard you try.

As ugly as they are.

As ugly as my ex.

UGLY as sin.

Motherfucker.

Didn't you come up with that funny catch phrase? That got a laugh. Thank you for the promotion, Sunrise. I'll see to it that you never fetch a cent again. Not a chance - never. I repeat - beg harder. Look it up, brainiac. No. Not in the dictionary. I lost track of how many times I robbed you. What can I say - I'm a shape shifter. Haha - in fact you're almost decent looking if you'd only give up.

Poor stupid ugly immigrant bitch. Fuck your mom. Not a milf, now is she? Aw, she's not even White.

What will you do? Mmm.

What's that? Are YOU ugly? No, no. You're perfect just the way you are.

Yes, I DO swear.

Faggot twinkerton just wanted to make you pay on account of his deadbeat retarded sister getting knocked up by a Japanese loser. Retarded and attractive is better than being retarded and ugly. Didn't like your Planned Parenthood comment. Hmm. Truly believes that all darkies are demons. You see, Bangkok - you'd be a night walker. You'd LOVE it. All your sisters are there.

"Me lovey love you long time?" Smoocheroonis.

I wanted to show you off to your family. Then leave you there.

If you blew the right guy, maybe you'd be in the lap of nepotism.

No, you weren't bright enough - or was it wealthy enough, SJSU?

Now, if you were born a Chan, you could have attended Ivy League. If you were a Chan, you'd suck a Zuck to pump out babies faster than Ghina. Gosh, the miracle of life. Mmm.

Tragic.

Miss bunny wabbit, your life is epic. Almost. We may tweak it. You'll get lots of movies and no payday.

Popcorn?

Thank you, greedy needy horny cocaine mothers and egotistical brogrammers.

ahahahaha - did you hear that? That's a brogrammer laugh. See that heroine addict in a homeless encampment? At least you're not him. Count your lucky pennies.

Then again, kid - would I be a loser if I didn't rob you?

We shall see.