This post is post-marked to show up to-day, but was written 9 days ago: Granted, you can now sing Doom Metal. .I wish for a for wish I.
Granted, but your so tired from the equally long week that all you can do is sleep. I wish that sleep wasn't necessary.
Granted, you can only use your power when alone. I wish the peacocks would stop MAKING SO MUCH NOISE!
This message emanates temporal energies: Granted, you get super cancer. I wish people knew where that's from.