You know, as much as I know Sandman appreciates his chickens, they really are quite a bother while he’s sleeping. I’ve gone through three hats. Holy smokes. 

A couple weeks ago, Gin brought home some chickens. Perhaps they were a peace offering between herself and Sandman, as Sandman is oddly fond of hens. (I mean, he becomes softened at the very sound of them clucking and says things like ‘how sweet’ and ‘they are so sweet, who wouldn’t like chickens!?’) Regardless, there are four hens that he was most fond of. He named them after the Golden Girls, a show he is also fond of.

These four hens seem to reciprocate their love. They nest on him while he sleeps, resting there for long periods, even grooming his hair. I hope he wakes up soon.

I feel as if I could sleep forever. It is a first, being able to sleep next to you…

… Sandman. What …? What is this..?

Gin and Kerosine, together once again.

When did the human race become so laced with selfish entitlement? When did it become okay to become an anonymous bully to those that you love? It’s not right to take to the skies with a heart of lead, you will do nothing but fail. Please, have some self-preservation. I implore you to see reason: Not every person is here on this planet to entertain you, for you to pass judgement on, for you to command and make obey. Stop and put yourselves in the shoes of the person you supposedly love and adore to find yourselves at the other end of the scope. Being flippant is something that you need to grow out of, it does not bode well. Would you dare speak of your very best friend or most beloved family member the way you do your ‘idol’? I don’t think so. Just remember, they are a best friend and beloved family member to someone else. Just as you are. Just as we all are; human.