December 24, 2009 - 1:35
I am a crossed raw nerve in a child's pose. The realization of this state of new weakness leads to puerile annoyance, how could I could let humans make me feel this way.
If I weren't a complete coward, I would just get a tattoo of my cat's name on my face and stop speaking to anyone but her.
Fate sealed, at least one man spared.