I am no longer dying on hills. Once my enemies march their tired sweaty asses to the top of my hill I am going to crucify them as an example to the others. Get the fuck off my hill. All you will find here is humiliation and shame. And god help you if I come down off my hill because it's a pita to walk back up there so if I'm going all the way to the bottom I'm going to make it count.
You can come hang out on the hill all these other mofos better watch out though. We're tough. We're on top of a hill. The rest of them? Not ready.
There's a clean spring up here. We got sheep, we got goats, we got cattles. There's an orchard. Four years worth of grain in the granary and there's like a dozen cats, two owls, and a weasel on rat duty.
I'm staying up here as long as I want. it's great up here. We've got a wine cellar. Y'all have fun with your dysentery down in the miserable lowlands with a high water table and endemic malaria down there.
i mean it sounds like you could spend your whole life up there pretty happily
Well, they couldn't stay for their whole life or they would die on that hill.
I'm lying in bed depressed as shit and too university degree in truthed to watch prestige tv wankery and i am going to inflict that on the world one post at a time.
I think you're missing the part where i'm building a chic, modern garden wall out of the skulls of my enemies up here.
