i'm sorry
A cold wind of remorse has blown down from the North. Standing naked, I hear it whistling through the tupelo trees. It beckons me. It hardens my nipples, shrinks my balls, chills my soul, and passes out my anus as a gaseous cloud of regrets.
I'm soooooo, sooo, so—SO!—sorry. Sorry for the bad words. Sorry for the bad things I've done. Sorry for the misunderstandings. Sorry for all the hurt I've caused. Sorry for being a weed instead of a blossom.
I'm sorry to everyone who has to read this and put up with my crap. I'm sorry to you up there, you down there, and you over there. Sorry to the little children, the little old ladies, and all the little minds. Sorry.
I hope this helps. And if it doesn't, I'm sorry for that, too.
WAAAHHH! I'm sorry! Ouch! I'm sorry! Yowww! Sorry! Me bad. You good. Me REAL bad. Me go now.
