Only the Meek need apply


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Kate, I don’t know if you know who I am.  I’m a friend of Ambien’s, my name is Bianca.  Ambien is a little over the top upset right now. Normally I try and stay out other people’s relationships, but she’s really upset and she’s been drinking all night… From all I can get from her I truly believe that maybe you could both use some space to clear your head, and get some perspective on this. Up until today Ambien has always described you as mature, sweet, and just overall a put together person, I’d have hoped that some of that would rub off on her.

. If you need someone to tell your side of the story to, I’m here to listen, But I truly believe you two need some space to stop, take a breath, and reflect on whatever has gone on between you.  She really is close to losing it again…

 

Kate, I’ve only just seen this message. Hopefully you found another way to pass it. Even though Ambien and I have always been close I live far away from her now so I don’t have as much chance to keep an eye on her like I used to.  I know her mother is pissed about the whole homosexual, work romance thing…Hopefully getting away from that attic and the knives…will do her some good.  I’ll try and pass on your concerns.

What happens when the meek inherit the earth?  What happens when people blindly stalk without a question in their hearts?

I can tell you many things happen.  The Boston bomber who survived would have kept on shadowing every little fucked up detail his older brother fed him.  Until death did they part.

The victims of every concentration camp would still just be another number and corpse for with every leader there has got to be a brainless, brainwashed disciple.

Jim Jones, yup, him too.  Any wacked out cult from Texas, you guessed it, filled with Ambien laced zombies who lack direction unless a finger points them out of their own way.

I am a hanger-on.  I may travel as Ambien, the Annie C., Grace and sidekick in memory only, Beckett Couvllliion, but I am in need of someone to watch over me at all times.

I am the accident that people can’t help but stop and look at.  I have thrown my weight into my ambiguity, so I am not only aimless and clueless without guidance, I am large and definitely not wanting to be in charge.  Volunteering to make this world a better place has become my misguided shield.  Again, I can go blindly forth following the footsteps of my just like everyone else supervisors and profess that I have no true cause.  Twenty-something, dumbed down and easily marketed for a cult wanting to happen.

 

 

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