Your neck like a crane, your newest obsession, how can anyone behave in this way and be like this.
These are fantastic questions and worth asking, while in the same breath rejecting the premise and granting me that.
I know you from another time, of that I am sure , but you show up here, asking for and then receiving exactly that which you have long desired. I know you were once a sweet baby in a crib dribbling food out of your sweet mouth.
I believe you when you say “This place is about to blow!”, and we run out together into the rain and into the barn, it’s romantic and I’m like “finally… it’s a day worth remembering.” But at that moment, worth remembering, a brutal attack occurs just a few houses down. I’m hearing the sound, I’m fearful for the victims, I’m wondering what would the visitors were thinking and feeling.
