What Are You Prepared To Do?
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.
If you’re saying what I think you’re saying, deepest condolences.
Oh. No. It was just the first picture I could think to post from yesterday’s BBQ.