Sometimes I know that I'm very bad.My pets are telling me that I was certain days as a psycho and then vent all my anger on them.So why are you here otherwise, is not it! Why do you love me otherwise, if you complain to me."Did I hear a complaint or moan.Speak louder,and I want you to beg me to stop".Tomorrow you'll be my ashtray and today I'm going to jump on you and imagining I'm on some soft balls and my bare feet want to destroy and to all my weight flattens.