This kind of you

We're living in a world of eared walls. And I am friend with the walls. They tell me everything.
Yhea, It's horrible that you can't gossip me.And it's horrible that you are so loser that you have no friends. All your friends are my walls, and you're too stupid to realise that. This is cuz you don't know who you are and you have not idea who I am. That makes me sick. You make me sick. I hope you'll read this. I hope that you know a little english. Ah, and I hope that you'll realise that you're on my black list, and what that implies.
And don't forget: God is a DJ!
PS: Even I forgot how I look. Don't you?