Your wires have crossed my bed frame and you wake me up with a shot gun discharge. No way this is treatment, this is psychologically murdering my sanity … or what’s left and is more a reflection of your vanity.
But my friend do you have the strength to pull the trigger yourself. Or will you leave it to your minions and your majic elf?
Then when it happens will you realize that we are just an apparition and we had already taken point; in a much better position?
D April 2018