Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die though, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
The King in Yellow, Act 1 Scene 1
King still outranks Lord, Enoch. Why not man up and actually come meet me? I am pretty sure you’re already aware of who I am. It’s obvious who set the homo mafia onto me at this point. Pretty sure I was sitting in a bar not ten feet away from you about two months ago.
You fucked up.
You keep telling me to get on a plane but never say where we are going. I am not staying on it when it goes down either.
Asks questions. Doesn’t understand the answers, so proceeds to presume he deserves to know the whole story without knowing whom he is speaking to. Quit breathing my air.