DON'T LOOK AT ME 𓂃۶ৎ [ A while ago I was put onto a reconnaissance mission!! Wasn't too complicated. I know one would think that I shouldn't be talking about it but I don't really care, besides what's the point in staying quiet? Secrets spread faster than mold does on bread. Jeezny's too short not to guffaw about a shiv or two. You learn a lot of things when you're cleaning the glasses, not the glazzes 'course, those aren't meant to be cleaned. 'Less you're trying to make sure somebody's gotta suffer. Anyways, after I had poured a dama a couple firegold shots, a bit too much for her... I was wandering the bibilo of the place I was sent to, scannin the books. Running my rooker 'cross the spines, hearing over a martial argument 'tween two humans... (Don't remember who, think it was somethin with a Lalonde. You know those ones have issues. Was no shilarny to me, soomka's infidelity ain't mine to hear.) and I found a vintage Human L'etranger buried in the back! Not even touched with notes or bookmarks or anything. That book's a sinny... should be a sinny, but I don't think anyone who's workin' on a sinny would understand that complexities in Meursault. I was pretty much already done with my goals in that reflection, so I left pretty soon after that. Krovvy don't clean well out of turtlenecks and I had yeckate 'fore something reaaal nadmenny drat went down. And now, I'm reading L'etranger in one of the Felt Bathtubs. I just thought that was neat... sigh. Meursault would've been a great seme. #violence, #substance mention ]
hey, petty lArcEny! my fAvoritE! y'know, mAybE yOU and i hAvE mOrE in cOmmOn than it lOOks.