On the Halloween Blue Moon, I made a giantess fetish video. My attempt at hypnotizing you into becoming a little man for me resulted in a cock crowing on my porch at 4:00am. I can’t make this up. Is this coincidence or is god pranking me?

Anyway... what were steps 4, 5, 6, and 7 again? We agreed not to block each other no matter how deep our assholery ran, but I suppose neither one of us held up on our word. Did we? Doesn’t matter. You don’t remember.

Johnny Cash died in Ascension Saint Thomas Hospital. Saint Thomas.. you don’t say. Are you doubting my sorrow, moral tribulation, and redemption? Money isn’t everything, but my twin crossed the line.

This is our assembly language. One after another through The Temple of Knowledge as if I were Madam Marie Castello. Shadow puppets will always remind you where you came from lest you forget. You cannot fight kismet and come out unscathed.

Xoxo, Yetti

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