who’s house is this pt. 2

i believe a beer would calm me and i yell to thomas who’s petting the dog hey want a beer?

he refuses to respond and i can tell he heard me from the way his body moved and the dog moved too and i would never believe the dog could hear better than thomas who has two ears that are not folded over themselves many times over.

perhaps the dog is literate so that i may find a piece of paper to write a note on and alert thomas of my abilities to retrieve him a beer but perhaps the dog could do the same? who’s house is this?

am i asking myself or am i asking the collective conscious? i find myself talking to them more often than not, like, aren’t i writing this for them and their

abilites to

understand psychoactive substances, regardless of their flavor or level of dangerousness

i believe a beer would calm me i yell to thomas

he’s petting a dog and yells back a beer might calm me also but perhaps a sardine

and i personally am repulsed by tiny fish locked in a can of guts and vinegar but regardless i pull one off of this XL pizza and say thomas catch and it hits his eye and he starts screaming loud and the dog begins barking.