coming back down is never easy. you can't fall off the floor, but you can roll around a bit and pick up some dust bunnies. then, you can have a tea party with them. you can name them after the seven deadly sins, or the seven dwarfs. remember, kids, that wasn't an accident. disney hates you. thats why they kill all the mothers. they put you in a vulnerable place, that is why their films work so well. BUT, back to the dust bunny tea party. maybe you can serve some oolong, maybe not, maybe earl grey is more your style, you sassy brit. i'll bet you have bad teeth. thank you, stereotype, you have served me well. now, then, these dust bunnies which you have forgotten all about, i can only assume, these are your new friends. they were there for you when you were at your lowest, quite literally. it is a guilty pleasure, i know, but you must indulge yourself every once in a while, yes? my closest friend indulged himself, oh yes. i wrote and read his eulogy about two months later. that, friends, is an undying wave of unsympathetic, raw emotion. no holds barred, takes no prisoners, stays with you forever. bear in mind, as well that friends is only one letter removed from fiends. take your pick, choose it or loose it, they could be one in the same. have a good night. or day.
