Run, chase, catch up, tear, load, and get home. So send your thoughts. And they will always return happy and fortunate. And they will rest for a while. Until they are hungry. They are predators. Did not you know? Pass.
They need caloric food. They feed on large doses of adrenaline and madness. Otherwise, they can not obey. Like a starving animal - if it is not a sieve, it is always on nails.
Release them - let them take invisible places and people, let them ... Let's hope ... That keeps them, and we ourselves own it.
It's time to feed them. The night is theirs.
Much love - Krisii
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