electricriot:

firefly—:

You dumb, dumb fucking IDIOT.

Riot.

I know you’re recieving this transmission.

You’d better FUCKING answer me.

If you’re going to do this, you’re going to let me yell at you first.

I hope you fucking know they’re going to pump you for information. And…

They’ve got Kobra’s frequency, too. They also have (had?) Fun Ghoul. And Jet Star. And possibly Poison too, fuck. BLI knows where they all are. And Angel’s running, just like she should. And you… shit.

But I’m so fucking tired, Firefly. My cherry bomb. I don’t know if I want this anymore. Staying clean and safe and relaxed sounds so good, so wonderful. There’s only so many times I can escape to Wolfblood Beach.

I remember that day. We listened to some great stuff, our parents’ stuff, like the Sex Pistols and Bowie and even some Black Flag, and the pancakes were tough to make and you couldn’t flip them for shit, but they tasted good even though they were still squishy in the middle. They were real food. God, my time out here’s been great, but don’t you think it’s up? I’m sure everyone has a time where they’re meant to stop running. Don’t you think it’s mine now?