I am drunk. And I won't text you tonight. A reach out, I don't vulnerable easy. I hate that I feel it. Harman asked me who did who tonight. I said I had to say first.
There was this bright idea of a powerful antidote, and so I began; "did you know when i was four. i loved pink panther, tu-dum-tu-dum-tu-dumdadumdadum...." I held my arms out with suspicious eyes motioning my body back and forth against the glass wall. "one time my dad went to germany to pick up my mom who was visiting her sisters my aunts and i played pink panther on my grandma who was supposed to be watering the plants in our upstairs apartment but was instead eating our food from the fridge. i hid. i heard the door lock the kind you need one key from both sides. and there were gypsies in town which is like our circus but kids can get kidnapped if they don't know whats good for them and i believe a day and a half passed when i saw my dad's shadow unlocking the door sure i was scared at night." at this point I raised my eyebrows for suspense, "he beat the shit out of me when he found me and i ran down the stairs and i lept or is it i took a leap? i lept into my grandmas arms and all my cousins rooted for grandma but my dad grabbed my legs and they fought for me. he beat the shit out of me and i deserved it." Harman chimed in with a firm but polite, "I believe in that. Sometimes kids need a good spanking."
"yes," I was feeling agreeable, "and you know, sometimes my parents would punish me and send me to my room but i was so fulfilled in there drawing and painting and they soon realized in order to punish me they had to make me sit in the living room with them but i would stop breathing. i would make myself stop breathing the same air and you know i was known to run away and hide my tiny body until i fell asleep out of pride"
I have heard "please don't run away from me," but I have learned that means nothing. Sew my hand off if I try and ever brush elbows with that again, this is why people hide. And you don't seek.
There was this bright idea of a powerful antidote, and so I began; "did you know when i was four. i loved pink panther, tu-dum-tu-dum-tu-dumdadumdadum...." I held my arms out with suspicious eyes motioning my body back and forth against the glass wall. "one time my dad went to germany to pick up my mom who was visiting her sisters my aunts and i played pink panther on my grandma who was supposed to be watering the plants in our upstairs apartment but was instead eating our food from the fridge. i hid. i heard the door lock the kind you need one key from both sides. and there were gypsies in town which is like our circus but kids can get kidnapped if they don't know whats good for them and i believe a day and a half passed when i saw my dad's shadow unlocking the door sure i was scared at night." at this point I raised my eyebrows for suspense, "he beat the shit out of me when he found me and i ran down the stairs and i lept or is it i took a leap? i lept into my grandmas arms and all my cousins rooted for grandma but my dad grabbed my legs and they fought for me. he beat the shit out of me and i deserved it." Harman chimed in with a firm but polite, "I believe in that. Sometimes kids need a good spanking."
"yes," I was feeling agreeable, "and you know, sometimes my parents would punish me and send me to my room but i was so fulfilled in there drawing and painting and they soon realized in order to punish me they had to make me sit in the living room with them but i would stop breathing. i would make myself stop breathing the same air and you know i was known to run away and hide my tiny body until i fell asleep out of pride"
I have heard "please don't run away from me," but I have learned that means nothing. Sew my hand off if I try and ever brush elbows with that again, this is why people hide. And you don't seek.