You know since you were sad when i said humble yourself, it made me think. I know i like certain forms of humbleness, both in the occult and daily life sense. Ive been researching for 30 years why and now i know. Thanks to you btw. I just love doing stuff for brothers, its who i am.
So since thats my forte, i found an answer for a brother.
First i listened to my mum, she thought me not to listen to others, but to my inner song. Then she dilligently pushed me into my place and then she fucking died. It makes me so sad, she should have been here, too.
Now, a year after i brought her home, im still reaching and becoming the drugs. I dont want to be drugs. Im so sorry, i miss you thats all.
So i toughen up, straiten the clothes i have left and prey my little dipshit brother understands, Cause i love him and i know sometimes my brothers need to man up as we dont live in sissytown.
Just like you i need to live up to my own karma, but the door to talk about anything is always open.
