for the buzz-kill. the day shift police, who enacts the absolute, unaware of her very own swings in perspective (...) attributions of control by an affectation pretending to be the whole character. . who the fuck are you to close the door she and I sculpted from the tree we nourished since we only had some soil, not even a seed. try-hard gatekeeper; wannabe warlock. our history is to be respected, nevermind distance or fate. . your night guard knows about fun. remember your amplitude next time you come close to repeat being an asshole. |