Another Flashing Chance At Bliss
You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
What… what are those?
Are those… ferrets?!
Scary.
Dunno. I had sort of taken them to be lemmings.