Oh this is a good sign. How lovely to have you back!
Who
are you, the determine-a-good-omen police?!
It'd be nice to sleep at night, you know, without all these
knives in my back...a couple for every day that I've known you.
What's the deal, anyway? Why did you do that? Who are those people? And when are they going to finally leave me be-- In sweet, sweet solitude?
I finally realised why there is one set of footprints in the sand, instead of 2. When times get hard and shit hits the fan, God doesn't walk with me, he
carries me, man.
Of course I am not here much.
You got everything you ever wanted. And you were still miserable. You had to burn it all down like Thathe, didn't you? You had to give them all a sign? Didn't you?
Didn't you?
However, now that I have stampeded through the ranks of Discord and Telegram -- and they are loathsome-- I wonder what happens next.
I have intel. The dolphins told me. And I'm not talkin'
Miami. Mamoo, what happens next is indescribable. Undecipherable. Understandably ununderstandable. Do you overstand? The acrid sweetness burns, but it doesn't shine. It whines but it doesn't crawl. Its dead but it isn't
yours.
Abusers will be stripped naked and beaten. Now, stay with me here--I know what you're thinking, "that sounds like he'll enjoy it." Did I tell you about getting kicked in the dick? Twice! Both people, separated by years both in age and demeanor, somehow both managed to stumble onto BG and post "needle junkie" twice. Once each! Wow!
First: you try to fuck it, then you tried to eat it. If it hasn't learned your name you better kill it before they see it. Call my dealer. I want my lawyer. "We've got a situation."
Are you a 5 draft man? Or is this just a 3 ring bone circus??
