forgive me father

“Don’t be a dick. It wasn’t creepy in the first place. How could I fix it?”

“You are? So was this after or before I told you my taste in music?”

“Actually it makes me the opposite, I destroy those who get in the way of my happiness, not sit in my room and sulk like you would. I’d say that as it stands, I’m incredibly strong.”

I don’t think I have a specific genre that I listen to, I guess a lot of indie, or a lot of acoustic songs. But then there could be a period in my life where I’m into hip-hop and R&B, so as you can see I a dilemma.

“How could a compliment sound creepy coming from me?”

“Oh, Dommy. I don’t need to tear people down, I like to, there’s quite a difference between the two.”

“Those are so easy to make, I can make those fuckers from scratch with my eyes closed.”

“Look who’s trying to earn his funny stripes, bless.”

Is that true? It doesn’t sound true.

“Why wouldn’t they? I’m always truthful with my words. Now, what would you like baked for you?”

“That’s a surprise to you?”

“What type of music are you into?” Imogene questioned, looking at him.

“Maybe you should give them to someone who would appreciate them.”

“I do happen to make baked goods that are better than sex.”