ring around the rosey

If it's one thing I learned from movies it's that little girls know when shit goes bad. Little girls are like animals during a hurricane - they're always the first to know. If you see a little girl singing a nursery rhyme and combing a dolls hair, that's your cue to get the hell out of the house, cause things are about to about to get royally fucked. if you ever lose the little girl, dont worry. just follow the echo of her giggle.

But little boys are nothing but trouble. Those little pussies are full of ambiguity. They'll run and be all scared and crying and shit, but how can you be sure anything is really wrong? Yea sure, those scrapes and bruises look convincing, but that was probably the neighbourhood bully that lacerated his face. If you want my attention then Im gonna need some hard evidence. where's the cold dead stare? Can you maybe draw an omenous picture of who's gonna die next? Maybe an evil grin? Atleast point at something behind me so that I know what I should be looking for. Then before you know it, Bam! someone else dies! fuck kid, a little warning maybe? yea sure, it's easy to say "I told you" AFTER the fact. you know what you little brat? fuck you, im still not gonna believe you.

uh-oh. hurricane.

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