You are so mad at us. You are so mad you want to eat knives and show us your bleeding belly and say, this..this is what you made me do, you damned Chickz. You are so sad you want to chew the hair off our head and swallow it so we will always be with you. forever. You are so happy right now you want to write an epic poem and then make 25 copies, one for each of your best friends.
You are happy now because we are coming back.
Or maybe, I’m projecting. Maybe, I am happy.
Yes. That’s it, dear readers. I am so happy to be here talking, even for a few moments. Even for a breath.