Im going to leave this up. Answer how ever you want.
I trust Broeckchen, so I'm willing to entertain your existence.
Here's the deal.I can't forgive you for what you've done.
I remember June 17, 2005. I remember November 17th and what you did. I know you through and through. Fuck whatever she says, your no "Guardian" you are my fucking Dragon, my Vader, my Cerberus. You know what I'm talking about, if you are real.
But I'm willing to work with you. Talk to me.
I'm going to leave my computer on. I assume you know my email, too. Hell, if it comes down to it I'll make you a contributor. I feel like doom is looming over me and its getting closer everytime I see broeck transfer an email...It's not that I don't trust her, but something must be lost in translation here.
Because if you were making me a trail, it wouldn't go in circles. That was never your style. You are subtle like Lenny pets mice.
Point me in a direction and I won't stop, you plaster douchebag.