Know ye not how a predator hunts?
Where I come from, an invitation is an alarm to back off.
Maybe I get this confused, as some folks would believe themselves safe from this me.
And then there are those who simply don't believe me capable of doing anything in that sense, but typically those people are fun.
Massive effect of "Lost in Translation." Jeez, you people...
Just because I want to be able to stand in the same room as someone without feeling an overwhelming compulsion to kill them, somehow, doesn't mean I want to stand in the same room as that person.
I really don't like people that much, seriously. Unless you have a dog. Then we can talk.
Or cat or pet with which you can to some extent communicate, or vice versa.
If you were made to have two walking legs, ******** off, for ******** sake. Frikkin' fairies.
· Tue Nov 19, 2013 @ 06:20pm · 0 Comments