his wife has stocked his ponds with fish;
To keep it real i fuck him on the shore
now i might be wrong. but i’m pretty sure these aren’t omens. like these are just things that can kill you.
this is like if i said i’m a prophet because i know exactly when you’ll die and then pulled out a gun and shot you with it
i will ALWAYS clap my hands excitedly and lean forward in my seat when someone tells a character to “keep your dog on a leash” only for it to turn out they’re referring to another person
the way it reframes the entire relationship dynamic between the two people being addressed. the way wilful loyalty becomes hopeless devotion. the way aggression and violence goes from honorable and rational to bestial and instinctual. the ways faith and trust intersect with codependency and reliance. the questions about power and who wields it in the relationship it opens up. the way it functions as both an insult and an expression of intimidation, of fearful submission.













