I get frustrated cause i know your there. But i also know its not time. Its like that big box under tree for Christmas. You know what you wanted all year. It must be in that box. But i cant open the damn thing yet to be sure. So i just sit with my hands under jaw indian style and stair at it everyday.
It goes both ways. You would be my own human. I cant abuse either. But then, i dont want to really. Go off vibes. Now if you act up.... or me... 🤷♂️ mutual you see. Thats how we learn.
They forgot the epilogue, “Then the boy dies from massive blood loss and the family erects a maypole around his corpse dancing and frolicking because it was found out that Peter was licking all the points and pans…. At midnight…..”
