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thehometree2015-07-24 01:25 pm
hairsay) wrote in thehometree2015-07-24 01:25 pm
02 | Amber | July 20th Chime's Shop
Yeah, I've been sitting here picking nits out of this sparrow's feathers and watching you all jump around like winged monkeys trying to get drunk off your asses. I think I get how Chime does her business now.
I get that you want things that are precious to you, and I get that tea bags and flour are useful for day to day shit. That's a lot of tea, that's a lot of flour.
And that's a lot of booze right there.
But fuck if I'm going to watch people rot their fucking livers out. I put up with a year and a half of that at school and a lifetime of that around my idiot brothers. You get that much all at once and you get stupid with it. I've seen it happen a hundred thousand times.
Come pool your betting rocks in around that toolbox and if it pans out, I promise I'll build you a still to keep your ugly moonshine flowing all year around. I don't want to be sitting around here watching you dumb fucks flying into the trunk because you're sloshed off your asses and have the capacity to stumble in three dimensions, especially not with your little chips of rock liable to fall off at any point. Meanwhile I see a lot of building and picking apart and fixing shit that would go a hell of a lot faster without having to use blunt objects and stone tools. I fucking hate living like a cave-faerie, here. Help a fucker out.
I get that you want things that are precious to you, and I get that tea bags and flour are useful for day to day shit. That's a lot of tea, that's a lot of flour.
And that's a lot of booze right there.
But fuck if I'm going to watch people rot their fucking livers out. I put up with a year and a half of that at school and a lifetime of that around my idiot brothers. You get that much all at once and you get stupid with it. I've seen it happen a hundred thousand times.
Come pool your betting rocks in around that toolbox and if it pans out, I promise I'll build you a still to keep your ugly moonshine flowing all year around. I don't want to be sitting around here watching you dumb fucks flying into the trunk because you're sloshed off your asses and have the capacity to stumble in three dimensions, especially not with your little chips of rock liable to fall off at any point. Meanwhile I see a lot of building and picking apart and fixing shit that would go a hell of a lot faster without having to use blunt objects and stone tools. I fucking hate living like a cave-faerie, here. Help a fucker out.