I had fastened stuff with screws. Thing is, the stuff was like Band Aids on Bleeding Arteries and NOW I couldn't see the Wounds for the bandages, dressings and adhesive compresses and EVERYTHING was gonna take YEARS if not EONS to remove, relocate or discharge. I HATED myself for "giving in" when I KNEW BETTER at the point of Decision :: do the EZ thing or fuck up and do the STOOPITEST thing, KNOWING I was un-leashing a rabid junk-yard MONGREL that I KNEW would INEVITABLY run me down and chaw a chunk outta my ass. Guess what I did ? Yup ~~~ Now I have half an ass and Rabies to boot. Let the good times roll.
By this time I was lashed to my own Mast, a Prisoner of Tempest, seduced, utterly SEDUCED by the Sirens of TITAN, Those That Wail "Just try this, don't do that, and the blistering Sin-Tits who ravishingly ravaged, "Are you SURE ?"
Well I WAS "Sure" alright --- Sure I WASN'T Sure. Indecision can knock you around like a goddamn PING-PONG ball and I was being played by "The HAMMER" my Table Tennis HERO.
Where was I ?
No comments:
Post a Comment