Postmarked From Beneath

I’ll have you know that we’re quite well, though you hope we’re doing poorly. While things out there have gone to hell, we’ve been thriving surely. While you play around in the over-ground and the days go by we’re safe and sound, waiting for you to calm down since you’re being squirrely. I know you miss us sorely, and the yearn won’t go away, so note that you’re expected once you’re done entertaining prey.

Playing purely innocent will cure for you no ills- nor will running from your nature lure you any thrills. Even if you try your best to live your life demurely, the truly canny will get chills- divest- abjure you prematurely.We see your so-called friends turning greenish at the gills every time you close your eyes and un-suppress their wills.

It’s crude, how (we know, now) you go and enter mental frays, making feuds with rental thoughts and leaving victims in a daze. I’d document all we’ve sent to haul the excess mess away, but pray, if I do recall you’re lax on fact-stuff anyway. You’ve gone astray- but there’s no way we’d come aground to make you pay for mistakes made in the low stakes of sunshine and ocean spray. So rest assured – your pleas are heard, and we’re all happy to oblige, and wait for you, with an ear to word that might reveal you’ll come back alive.

I look forward to hearing from you soon, in person, so you can properly apologize.

P.S. : The next mess you make will be yours to clean up alone.