Not taking “no” for an answer. Seriously, it’s just gonna drop to the ground and lay there if you don’t take it. You’re gonna have to pick it up. So just take the damn thing when it’s handed to you; easier that way for eeerrybawdy.

Crafting sentences into weapons, into sleek high-tech killers with each word a cog in the machine of evil.

Being held for contempt. I mean, hold me because you love me – or at very least because you care, yeah?

Being vague on purpose to extort more and more and more down the line – at the expense of the ties that bind. 

Like, totally!-tarian states.

So, anyway. I got you something cheap and impersonal to remember me by; to craft my feelings into material form and hand’em over on a slow afternoon.