she let me hit because she has let me hit for generations in an infinite number of past lives in the karmic cycle. sometimes as four horned antelopes, as a speck of pollen on a bluebell flower, or even as algae surrounding hydrothermal vents on the deep sea floor
I was right in the middle of a fucking a reptile zoo & someone was giving booze to these godamn things! It won’t be long now, before they tear us to shreds