I don't doubt that in the slightest. But people can put their utmost belief into the silliest of things. Sadly, conviction and reality aren't the same thing.
We're running from this thing called Mother, looking for this kid's twin brother, [She did not mean for that to rhyme.] and it seems like we're just running around in circles.
I could surely give you some largely metaphorical advice about running around in circles, but you seem the blunt sort so, I'll skip it. My suggestion, stick to the 'kick it' philosophy, I have a feeling you're good at that.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
So.
Silly.
no subject
Who the fuck are you, anyway?
no subject
You can't tell, but I'm squinting at you too.
[He totally isn't.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
How's it working out for you?
no subject
no subject
[He cups an ear that isn't actually there.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)