Date: Saturday, January 10, 2026Subject: My Room is Sacred Ground
To: "Wordwhispers@gmail.com" <WordWhispers1@gmail.com>, "K. Cockrell" <WordAssociate@gmail.com>
But I am not going in there until it's fumigated after you're gone.
To: "Wordwhispers@gmail.com" <WordWhispers1@gmail.com>, "K. Cockrell" <WordAssociate@gmail.com>
But I am not going in there until it's fumigated after you're gone.
You can expect it to remain untouched until you move across the street.
But elsewhere, in my house, your stuff is fuck-with-able.
Stay. Off. My. Roof.
Once more. Keep out of my ears, and you can expect smooth sailing until you disembark this spring.
When I hear your voice or girth I get angry. Like today.
Out of my ears includes running your yap in the kitchen in the morning.