Listen. I’m not a violent man. I like to think I take care of the people I love, that I am kind to the people I like, and that I’m damn near a gentleman to the average stranger I come across in my day-to-day.
And not just that, but I haven’t been in a fight since sixth grade. That’s when I was twelve years old, if you’re keeping track.
But every fucking night, and this is god’s honest truth, I wake up in a cold sweat after I dream about some combination of angry, screaming men, always embroiled in chaos and clamor, and every time that clamor breaks out into a brickfight.
I just want some goddamned peaceful sleep. You don’t sleep through a brickfight dream. You just don’t.
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You are Krazy Kat and the bricks are what you live for.
It’s all love, you just need reprogramming.
Don’t you have a reprogramming center near you?