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“On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville — a blue two-door Caprice. There was a big ceremony, speeches; the lieutenant governor even showed up.

“Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car — no, the most important object — in pretty much the whole universe.”

Happy Birthday Baby! April 24th

I quit watching TWD after Glenn got killed off because that whole decision to do so was incredibly disrespectful bullshit to his character the overall storytelling integrity of the show, and his fans. He was my favorite character, and, in my opinion, the last one that actually made TWD feel worth staying emotionally invested enough to continue watching as a whole because he still had a profoundly hopeful, inspirational, emotionally complex, optimistic, dynamic, and relatable storyline that also still had so much unexplored potential for fresh things that I actually still looked forward to seeing in terms of backstory and development on this show. That’s something that I feel like most of the other main characters have lost at this point, and Maggie was totally sidelined, anyway.

I like Rick, Carl, and Michonne, too, Richonne is a cute couple, they are necessary for the overall plot of the show, but like I said before, they’ve kind of turned into static characters, who’s full development of character has been achieved to me at this point. Carol is boring, I can’t stand Daryl, and the other characters are too poorly written and/or underdeveloped for me to even care about at all.

Also, Negan is a shitty villain. I don’t mean that in the sense that he’s a terrible person, either. He’s the main villain. Of course, he’s going to be evil. I expect that, that’s the whole point of him being a major antagonist, and that’s not the problem with his character. The problem is that he’s a poorly written one-note villain, who Gimple and the writers clearly didn’t put any effort into creating for the show at all by humanizing, or toning down from his comic counterpart, like they did with the TV Governor.

Negan gets too much screen time as it already is, just about as much as Rick and Team Family, if not more, but what makes that even more unbearable is the fact that he’s not at all interesting in comparison to the Governor in S3 and S4 on the show. Hell, even Gareth and the cannibals were more humanized than Negan on the show, and I thought that was TWD jumping the shark back at the time…Boy, was I ever wrong…

Anyway, the Governor’s episodes never felt like they took away too much time from the overall plot with Team Family, and they always felt relevant because they gradually connected with each other, rather than just being thrust together for shock value all at once in one big mess. While I’m still very pissed off that the writers could give bottle episodes to every other AL5 member, two major antagonists, characters who were introduced much later on the show, and random red-shirt characters that we never saw after one or two episodes, but never to Glenn, who was one of the five core AL5 protagonists on the show from day one, the Governor’s episodes were always a treat for me to watch, and one of the biggest highlights of S3-4A for me that always kept me on the edge of my seat. It was not because Philip (the Governor) was a good or likable person, overall, but because he was an emotionally complex and well-written villain. His actor, David Morrissey, did such a fantastic job of bringing the character to life on screen. It was so fascinating to watch the writers psychically break the Governor down by deconstructing, reconstructing, and ultimately deconstructing his character again in his demise at the end of 4A.

Even though I mostly hated Philip Blake on the show, I also was fascinated by him, and I felt a bit sorry for him because I knew why he was a villain. I got to see him be broken down into someone worse than he started out as on the show, try to get better for a bit, and ultimately fail by reverting back to his old power-hungry, narcissistic, and sociopathic murderous ways that led to his ultimate demise. The Governor was actually a character with a story that had a worthy of being told on the show because he was there as more than just a presence of meaningless shock value that terrorized Rick and Team Family. The Governor contributed to the greater theme of being too far gone.

What is Negan’s greater purpose on the show beyond terrorizing Rick and Team Family and reeling in higher ratings by using him as a tool to create torture porn scenes and shock value death? He’s straight up evil just because he likes to be, as far as we know, and I don’t think he ever will be a complex villain on the show because Gimple and tptb aren’t even putting in minimal effort in terms of writing for characterization and storytelling anymore. I can’t love to hate Negan and appreciate him as a villain, like I did with the Governor. Rather, I hate to hate him because he’s not interesting to watch at all, and I wish that he never came into existence on the show, instead.

It’s all just cheap, cruelly manipulative, and meaningless ‘shock’ value gimmicks that are no longer shocking because the writers always kill off the most obvious characters for “shock” value to try and be dark and edgy. You know, they always kill off the incredibly kindhearted, loving, and selfless souls, who have everything to look forward to in their lives, who overcome every obstacle, who overcome every stereotype, and who, thus, are often POC, LGBTQ, elderly, mentally ill, disabled, etc. characters to try and create more of a tragic emotional impact from the audience, and/or to save Daryl, instead.

I’m almost positive that saving Daryl was at least one of the factors for AMC and Gimple’s decision to kill off Glenn on the show. They wanted to kill off a popular AL5 member, Rick and Carl are the main leads and without them there is no show, Carol was sidelined from Team Family, and so that brought it down to choosing between Daryl and Glenn. AMC would never let them kill off their cash cow, so they chose Glenn. I’m pretty convinced about this because Daryl’s got all the merchandise from AMC and Hot Topic for the show on his side, not Glenn. And while Glenn was still a pretty popular character on TWD with fans, I remember seeing an article that said he still ranked second after Daryl back in S3. Plus, why else would they make Daryl indirectly responsible for Glenn’s death that he should have gotten, instead, and then focus almost entirely on his pain and suffering over Glenn’s death more than anyone else’s, including Maggie’s, Glenn’s wife? That seems like obvious fan pandering and Daryl favoritism to me, at least in part.

I was alright with good characters dying from S1-S4 because Glenn was always the one character there to defy the otherwise predictable and discriminative trope of the “kindhearted, selfless, and loving character from a marginalized group of people just can’t survive in this world,“ and because the deaths of the characters, who did die, besides Andrea, who Mazzarra fucked over in the S3 finale, still felt at least somewhat meaningful. However, after Hershel’s death, it began to feel like an extremely lazy, predictable, and cruelly manipulative trope that had lost its charm because we were losing too many good characters for no good reason. It really started to stick out to me with Beth’s death that happened because *gasps* they must add in a shitty and tragic plot twist that failed to make sense, anyway, because the writers had killed her off in the most OOC way right when she had just had the chance of greater complex development right in her grasp.

Glenn’s death on the show was my last straw, not just because he was my favorite character, but because his death was even worse than Beth’s. He was literally the the last remaining heart and soul of this show that they killed off. It wasn’t just Glenn who got killed off in the S7 premiere, it was the TWD that I originally fell in love with as a show, too.

At least the writers gave Beth a full arc to explore her new character development, and they took the time to focus on her before killing her off. The writers didn’t even give Glenn that much before killing him off on the show. Gimple threw Glenn under the bus right after sidelining him post S3. They used that dumpster gate fake out death bullshit with Glenn (which never happened in the comics that they were so intent on following for the death of this one main character from them) throughout most of the first half of S6, a season before his death, revealed that he was still alive a few episodes before the S7 premiere, made him kill living people for the first time to protect Maggie and his people after coming back, never mentioned anything about it afterwards again, and then killed him off in the S7 premiere, anyway, all because they wanted to shock the audience and give Daryl another man pain storyline by making him cause Glenn’s death.

Gimple is so narcissistic that he is unable to see just how shitty of writing that was, and called us “children” for being pissed off about it. Really? Shut the fuck up, Gimple! Being creative and diverging from the comics when there is potential to do so is your job! You could get away with not giving every other comic character the same death from them, create Daryl Dixon for the show and let him still live on it, kill Sophia, kill Andrea, let Carol still survive, and switch up every other major death, but you couldn’t save Glenn Rhee on the show from his comic death when you already had every perfect reason to not kill him off set up, which made it feel like a total sellout, anyway. I bet you were just too afraid and too lazy to be creative and take advantage of organic opportunities for something better and new, as usual.

Also, giving the audience such sparse false hope by killing Glenn off in the S7 premiere, after faking his death only a few episodes earlier is bad storytelling that has lost you a lot of fans respect and viewership, Gimple, including my own, so don’t tell us that Glenn fans shouldn’t feel pissed off enough to quit watching because you killed him off and blatantly disrespected his character and his fans in doing so.

The writers killed off Glenn, the character who they just made kill ten living people to save Maggie for the first time ever in S6 with no deeper explanation of the effect that it had on him afterwards. The writers killed off Glenn, who they hid under a fucking dumpster to fake his death and cheaply manipulate the audience for most of S6. The writers killed off Glenn, who they had been sidelining since S4, and who never got full backstory, development, or a bottle episode. The writers killed off Glenn, and made Daryl, the overrated white trash fan fav, responsible for it, so that he could survive to get a storyline out of it, instead. The writers killed off Glenn, who was the only death from the comics of a main character that they decided they just had to follow from the comics on the show. The writers killed off Glenn, who also happened to be the only core MOC protagonist on the show from day one that these white, narrow-minded, and racist writers just had to give his comic demise to, even though no other main character who died on show from the comics was ever given the same comic death on the show. The writers killed off Glenn on the show, even though it wasn’t relevant or necessary to the overall storyline, or to the development of Rick because Daryl stole Glenn’s role as Rick’s main righthand man, or the person who mattered to Glenn most in the world, Maggie, (and even that’s a shitty and racist excuse for killing off Glenn, but at the very least his death was a game changer for Rick because Glenn was his righthand man in the comics, while Maggie was a damsel in distress in them before Glenn died and she learned to stick up for herself in the comics) because she was already a badass and independent leader on the show, and they totally sidelined her and made her husband’s death all about Daryl’s pain over causing it to happen, anyway. The writers killed off Glenn, who was the last major source of living hope and optimism on this show that made TWD feel worth watching through all of the bullshit on this show as a whole because he was a constant source of the possibility that a better life could be achieved because the world went to shit. The writers killed off Glenn Rhee, who was a deeply meaningful symbol of hope, growth, and optimism on this show, rather than just boring day to day survival that goes nowhere new, and meaningless action and torture porn scenes that no longer shock me, just disappoint me. RIP Glenn Rhee=RIP TWD.

Posh pit! The first forms of stage diving began in the mid 17th century when, if a performer in an orchestra made any mistakes the conductor would have him forcibly removed and thrown into the crowd where he would be carried away on a wave of hands until being viciously assaulted depending on the severity of his mistake.

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posted this on my main art blog but then i figured, what the hell! at this point, this blog is just my walking dead art dump.

anyways, for context, this is an old redraw of an even older 2 or so year old cracky comic i made at the time where rick is a legit farmer and the governor is also an equally legit power-hungry capitalist ceo. like everything i make, it just begins in medias res and has no point to its existence, but it was good practice for writing and formatting panels again. it ends abruptly but i had a lot of fun getting back into the swing of making lil comics! i like to imagine michonne stabbed his eye with his own goddamn pen.

Reaction To a Zombie Apocalypse of the zodiac signs

Aquarius Zodiac – will be totally unemotional and as the trendsetter for the future, their job is to eliminate as many “walkers” as they can. Aquarians tend to be rebels just for the sake of having their own way so don’t try to stop them…they will do it their way even if others have proved it wrong.

Pisces Zodiac – will try to befriend the zombies and understand their past. They will be the ones looking

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Imagine Daryl refusing to tell you his middle name....

Originally posted by abnormal-angelgifs

“No, absolutely not. You can not just go out there and risk your life for someone who wouldn’t do the same for you!” You screamed, as Daryl hurried to collect the proper supplies to find his brother.

“Don’t matter, he is my kin and…”

“DARYL ELLIOT DIXON!” You screamed as he looked at you in surprise, “You will not walk out of this tent, I will not lose you, not when you are all I got.” You hissed, tears collecting in your eyes as a smile slowly spread on his.

“That ain’t my name.” He chuckled as you huffed in annoyance.

“Well maybe if your stubborn ass would tell me your middle name I could scream the right one.”

“Not happening’ sunshine.” His stuff dropping to the ground as you watched, “Ain’t you goin’?”

“Nope, you were right, Merle’s an ass.”

Originally posted by itsmymeaningoflife

“Daryl Gason Dixon, Don’t you dare push me away.” You snapped after he yelled at you at the farm.

“Will ya just leave me be. I don’t need you or the others, you just some…”

“Don’t you dare call me just some good fuck Daryl Levi Dixon, or else I will take my knife and run it through your stupid head.” You barked, his eyes boring into yours as he inhaled slowly, and muttered under his breath, “Stubborn bitch.”

“That’s why you love me, now get your ass the fuck back over there ‘fore I tell everyone your middle name is Marvin.”

“No it ain’t.” He huffed before walking up to you and kissing you softly, “It is Ivan.”

“Seriously?” You smiled as he laughed back a “No.”

Originally posted by fifty-shades-of-mara

“Baby I don’t get why you are so mad?”

“Because Daryl Roosevelt Dixon THAT WAS MY ONLY JAR OF PICKLES! You were the only one who knew I was stashing ‘em and now the whole damn jar is gone.”

“Baby they are just….”

“They were mine, and now they are gone.” You poured as he let out a chuckle, “I will get you some more, ya just gotta promise me something.”

“What?”

“Never call me Roosevelt again.”

Originally posted by prettymuchdixonalready

It was the day before the Governor showed up, you looked up as he walked to the door, “I can’t do this no more. I can’t keep playin’ house.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked, you could see the heart break in them.

“I don’t think I ever loved you, I think I have just been faking this whole time cause I didn’t wanna be alone. But I can’t keep leading you on like this. Cause you deserve…”

Your slap echoed through the halls as you looked at him, “Daryl Alvin Dixon, you are a real piece of work.” You snapped before pushing him aside and storming out of the cell.

Originally posted by sanjamac

You looked at his back as you stood there with Carol, tears forming in your eyes as you looked at the group, it was Carl who noticed ya.

“[Y/N]! Carol!” He yelled as he alerted everyone to your presence, and you watched as all eyes were on you, and then you meet the eyes you missed far too much.

You let out a shakey breath as you looked at your ex, and watched as he dropped everything and sprinted towards you, engulfing you in his arms as you clung to him.

“Daryl James Dixon, don’t you ever do something like that shit again.” You whispered as his tears hit your shirt.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He whispered in reply as you leaned back and kissed him softly.

Originally posted by wouldnormanreedus

“So I was thinkin, it seems befitting that we are in a church.” He whispered as you laid next to him on the floor of the church.

“I mean I guess. But if ya don’t mind me asking, why is it befitting?”

“Cause I can’t stop thinkin about how much I missed ya when we were separated, and how much I hated myself for lyin to ya. I was scared, I wanted so much to stay with ya forever, but the problem is that we ain’t in no fairytale. I was terrified it would end soon, so instead of livin in fear, I just ended, thinking I could live with seein ya everyday. But I couldn’t stand not seein ya, and I want so badly to spend every day with ya.”

“Well if this is what I think it is, then yeah, it is very befitting that we are in a church.” You smiled

“I ain’t got a ring but I am thinking we don’t need one yet, I think it is just…”

“A shit ton of words.”

“I agree.”

“Well Daryl Daniel Dixon, I would love to be your wife in this piece of shit world, and I promise to love ya until either a walker eats me and you gotta put a arrow through my head, or until we die of old age. Or alcohol poisoning, whichever comes first.” You smiled, “but I gotta ask ya one thing if we are getting married right now.”

“Yeah baby?”

“What is your middle name, cause I sure as hell know it ain’t Daniel.”

“Sorry baby, If I tell ya, we will lose all the excitement of this marriage.”

This is something I have been trying to write for months and months. Forgive me if it goes astray from being coherent or making sense… but the last however long it’s been amount of months that I have been absent from your life has been a time of paradoxical strangeness, indifference and outright mental solitude and exhibition at the same time. I write in a way in which I am comfortable.. so if it seems outlandish, false or full of hyperbole then I apologize. At this moment in life, the catharsis of just putting these words finally out is already doing much towards my recovery.

This is for you… but more so for me.  

“…this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board washed and bound like crooked teeth…”

I suppose I should begin by apologizing, mostly to those who cared for me most.. those whom which I was deeply engaged with in one way or another, those who most likely felt abandoned upon my swift exit. I am truly sorry… and while apologies are words fleeting off into eternity, and while I could sit and try to explain myself, I don’t know how much it would matter. You can however take the absolutely barren feeling deep within my guts as an indication of how I feel about the impact I know i potentially caused.  

Sometimes what is most necessary in our lives is not what is comfortable or even right to others. Sometimes our greatest triumphs come from our worst tragedies. Sometimes you just cannot explain yourself, your actions, or your feelings in a way that makes sense to others. And that’s ok.

I didn’t know at the time how much and in what ways that grief would affect me. Unfortunately for others, it affected me in a way that ripped me out of everything from my comfort zone to my existence in your life. In all my endless diatribes and moments of influence and advice, I always advocated that it was okay to show weakness… to lean on those who love you, and in that moment when the reality of my own situation came into fruition… I failed.  

I failed to realize that it would be alright for me to show myself as vulnerable, and I failed to lean on you for the comfort and support I so desperately needed at the time. I failed you and everyone else who needed me most, and when I needed you all most I walked away and rejected what was openly available to me. For that… I am truly sorry.

To ask where I have been… is to look into the ocean.  

“….always running out of fight so I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea…”

My life has been a raging crashing tempest, mixed with medication.. ups, downs, failures, progress and revelations. I never realized a person and their death from this earth could crush me the way it did.. especially given the circumstances. I spend so much time keeping myself shrouded in mystery and carefully constructed walls.. so I will be as transparent as possible.

Prior to his death, I had not spoken to him in a major amount of years. I had no resolve for the events of my childhood… for his absence in my life… for the things he did and did not do, and everything else in between. Like many and perhaps most reading this, my parents ended their marriage when I was rather young. What followed was years of ignorance, years of not knowing my worth to anyone… years of solitude and quest for significance. Along the way there were flimsy glimmers of hope… a random card here, a 20 dollar bill there, a passing wave while walking down the street… but otherwise he was content to his own, and I soon became to mine.  

As I grew older I developed this sense that I would never really know him, and in his final years I so desperately wanted to. Letter after letter.. call after call… all unanswered… all ignored.. and these fleeting blurry memories in my mind. The last time I saw him, he hugged me and told me he was proud of me. He smiled that big smile… and told me he would call.  

6 years of silence later, I saw him again for the first time… laying in a bed half covered and struggling for life. No one told me he had been sick, no one informed me that he had but moments to live. There are many would haves… could haves.. should haves…  

there are many never dids, never weres and now.. never will be.  

I never got to speak with him because he was never awake. I simply sat there that day clutching his large hands, softly stroking his falling out white hair… and wishing he would wake up and give me that huge smile… that his blue eyes like oceans would gaze at me. Every time I tried to leave that room, I couldn’t… I kept turning back. “He’s going to wake up 5 seconds after I’m gone.”… I had to be physically restrained and removed.

And he didn’t wake up.  

The funeral was overwhelming. Public. And that’s when everything was learned…  

How this person who was a ghost to me most of my life was so much to so many other people. How he was a superhero among his community and the communities of others. How he had helped so many other children, families and friends… how valued he was to everyone except me. Even the governor showed up.. the news… the papers.. … amongst the literal close to a thousand others who did to be washed in the media circus and the aftermath of a life that I was now finding out was actually well lived. Each with a story about him. Each with a laugh. Each with a smile.

But not me. All I had was a hastily put together book of pictures and clippings and remembrances. And even that would be taken from me.  

In the end I was left with nothing… and now all these months later…  

I still have nothing. And all I want is closure. And it is something that I will never have.  

“….we only have what we remember…”

I returned home and immediately went into grief counseling the same day. I fired my therapist for a new one.. I became medicated,… I took advice… changed the things in my life.. my eating.. my feelings.. got a therapy dog.. I did what I was told, advised and ordered.. fired my therapist again… and so forth and so on…. and I needed some time away.

But the more time I spent away, the further I slipped into myself… the further I slipped away from you, and this, and everything important to my life. The more guilty I felt for leaving… the more overwhelmed I became by the thoughts that everyone would be angry at me.. and the longer I was gone, the more I pushed myself farther.

Sometimes a person can live with such regret for their actions that it causes them to perform them more.

I never expected any of this.  

I never expected to feel the way I did. to end up how I did. to be gone so long. to be so isolated and gone. I didn’t feel worthy of having others depend on me for anything when I felt like I was nowhere near able to be dependable. My strength had been robbed.. my ability to be this strong pillar of value had gone away.

This one person in my life, who was never really in my life… affected it in such a way as to completely separate me from everything I knew and loved and my entire existence and made me question beyond reason…  and I will never have the answers I need. I crave. I deserve…  Yes, therapy has been going great… yes I have made many strides.. yes, I have changed in many ways… but…  

Its taken a really long time to find myself here again. To even consider myself able to be here.

Things still aren’t even anywhere close to how I want them to be mentally and emotionally… and they probably never will be. Because he cannot wake up to explain this life I have endured to me… he wont wake up to give me closure.  

They say that everyone grieves in their own way. I chose to make mine destructive to others by cutting the snake off at its head… I just didn’t realize how it would affect anyone in my life it until it was too late.  

And then I woke up yesterday… and felt I was able to sit down… and do what I had been wanting to do for a very long time.  

And then, I logged into my tumblr for the first time in 9 months…  

“…Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected our bones grown together inside our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided our spines grown stronger in time because our church is made out of shipwrecks from every hull these rocks have claimed but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change so come on y'all and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach…”

I spent the better part of my day yesterday going through 2000+ messages I have received since March. The well wishes, the love, the thoughts and expressions of gratitude. the pictures, the stuffies, the hundreds of PM’s… the puppies and kitties..the boobs, the butts, the smiles, the drawings..  the socks and knee highs.. the physical exhibitionist expressions of gratitude… the hamsters and snakes and gerbils..the anons and the faithful.. . the continuing follows and questions and request for bedtime stories.. the small paragraphs from those whose lives had been utterly changed just by spending 15 minutes reading my material… those who discovered me while i was gone and had their lives changed instantly.… the fact that on a daily basis I am still getting all of these, even though I have been an apparition for the better part of almost a year…. and for the first time since March, I felt sparks of Daddy space flickering inside of me. Since March I have been totally empty and desolate.

I discovered in my submissions, asks and pm section… in the 2000+ followers gained while I was away.. People still continue to care about me.. to wonder… to keep me in their thoughts. a truly humbling feeling considering that I expected to log in for the first time since March and see nothing but disappointment from everyone. I expected people to feel like I didn’t care about them. and that is absolutely not true at all. I laughed and cried.. I felt regret… I felt guilt and shame… I felt happiness and love… my jaw hit my desk a few times.. and ultimately I figured out that I do still matter. But then I don’t really know if I do…  

It all just leaves me asking for forgiveness… mainly for falling off for so long. mainly because I know the effects it had.. mainly because I feel absolutely wrecked and sick about it all.  

But what comes from pain and suffering is what you create from that pain and suffering. What is left over is what you decide. Its not easy, its not simple. Believe me.. my life is anything but simple in these last 9 months… but I discovered that this lifestyle will never leave me, even if I leave it. It will always be there, because it is who I am. It is what I am. It is everything I have ever been… so should I come back? Should I… even be worthy of returning?  

I guess I will wait and see… because this blog was always for you. the littles.. the daddies.. the struggling.. the hurt… the lost.. the broken and distraught. The ones just like yourself.. and just like me. And despite sometimes being a total jerk.. despite sometimes disappearing… despite all of my own problems… I always did everything I did to better the lives of others in so that they may succeed. I didn’t always achieve that goal.. and sometimes I probably even prevented it.  

And I am sorry.  Please… please please…. forgive me.

If I could go back to 9 months ago, tell myself then what I know now.. tell myself then how it would all turn out… and give myself that wisdom to be able to handle it all properly, then this would never have been written.  

But what’s done is how it was all meant to go down really, and our mistakes are not our failures. They are our lessons. some harder learned than others. cant change the ones I have made.. I can only hope that I will be able to make them right. I edited this writing 7 times over the course of 24 hours… and something in it probably still isn’t right, or doesn’t say what it should… or… is just…. rambling. Some of you may never understand… or, maybe you do all too well. I have no room to judge or say…  

“…come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever… we only have what we remember…”

… what do I do?

Do I come back?