some of us concerned.
Here is
the concern:
You know your names. I don't know your names.
SAY MY NAME. See? That's an option.
Now, in the equivalent inverse: My mind has to do something else. Failing to recognize this when examining my behavior is probably going to lead one in the wrong direction. And, it has.
Hey, can any of you spare $333? I need to buy a new array of condensing triangulating microphones and a cigarette. Yeah, I just mailed them to the same address; that's fine.
But I need that cigarette. *pulls hair out* ANSWER ME!
ARE YOU BEGINNING TO GET THE PICTURE? (Please don't ask Kenneth for any more frequencies. Just look at him: is he not the very model of the modern broken man? The dude could use a rest, ever since Michael Stipe dOXXED him it's been a non-stop flight INTO THE MADNESS.)
TAG. YOU ARE IT.
RUN.