Man, you wield that passive aggression like a scythe! I feel it, deep down in the bones of me - embedded, it doesn't even bleed. I don't care, see. I understand that it's hard to understand. Your bubble is thick and viscous, it is a force field - damn effective, at that.
See, I get it. Everybody's gotta be all worried because I have human feelings, right? Maybe I don't? Maybe I lowered my expectations long ago. Maybe my mind is wandering the back allies cause I fucking like back alleys.
In real life, I do like fields of wildflowers. I like hugs and smiles and 'Sixties AM Gold'. You want to read about that shit? Cause I sure don't want to write about it.