marcromyjos

ME. I'm not ready because my bangs have not grown out. I can never be in psychic territory and that's unfortunate.

Maybe my hand, nose or knee is sad. Any of those which can't articulate what's bugging.

The day I avowed my ability to read minds I had been met by something like subtle rebuke, because I was not to be trusted. As Daniel was a scream of raw nerves he disbelieved every piece of bad news. That included me and what would be my unlimited forays into his perverseness, which he ascribed to his upbringing even as he had started perfecting it in the university. That was the time of dissipating all his energies in hexagonal turns, floating in his delusions of bee efficiency and harmony with all the apparatuses of an engineer, excepting a moral compass. He had joined a frat, gotten blind drunk, failed to send letters back home and left hi