Batmish, it’s time. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. DAMN IT.

I’ve summoned my skeletons, and they’ve appeared. …But the rest is up to me. I have to enter the fray. Fuuuuck. I was Dad’s signature. Always. In the end I … Continue reading Batmish, it’s time. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. DAMN IT.

All war presupposes human weakness and seeks to exploit it. (Dad, it’s time. I need you back…)

With Mom, you had to pay proper attention.
Almost superhuman attention. But she understood that Wisdom doesn’t go on sale. There’s no bargain basement priced Wisdom. If you want Wisdom, you must pay Wisdom’s price. 
And you pay by paying attention.

Batmish, what is it?

Animal, vegetable, or mineral? I hung outside my window (opened at the top) to film the dumb thing.