Monday, October 3, 2011

Home, home on the range

It feels good to be back. I feel hot, sweaty, itchy where the ropes bound me, achy from not moving - but it feels so good to not be under's clutches.

I say man hesitantly. I don't think he's entirely human anymore.

But I am, and Carrie is, and Mystery and Sir Thighpiece and - well, not the dog.

It feels good to be back.

I love Butterfingers. Have I said that before?

1 comment:

  1. I don't think Thighpiece is either, with how thin he is. Hehe. Just kidding. He's alright.

    You're alright. Thank god, you're alright. When I first saw how white your hair was...Jeez, I thought they'd made you OLD or something. I guess that is pretty silly, but it was strange at first. Now...I think it's beautiful. It certainly fits you.

    Timmy...You're asleep right now. You don't check this often, but when you do, even if I'm dead or gone or the world is ending and the sky is falling...I want you to know that I love you. I love you for everything you are, were, and ever will be. I love you.