Tuesday, January 19, 2010
There’s nothing wrong. Everything is right. Everything makes sense. I love you, and that means more than any of the petty distracting shit that we do to get by. I will fill myself up with friends so I’ll always be strong. I’ve got a wealth of them. Each one is a plate in my armor. Each one consumes another potential vacancy for an enemy in my life. Each one protects another vulnerable point. Each one blocks out the malignant, degenerate people that want my blood. It’s one of the many benefits of being so fucking charming. We’re where it’s at, you and me. We’ve got no shame and nothing to fear. It feels good. It feels right. Your company chases it all away. I owe you more than I can possibly give you in return.