... In a crazed atavistic haze with lustfull demons stalking in the shadows around me....
I met her the other day, she works in the general store next-door. I can't say much about meeting her for the first time save this: It felt like someone had grabbed the tail of a rabid wolverine and proceeded to hit my face with it over and over again like a bigotous Los-Angeles cop putting a black man through the motions with his billy club. In a good way of course.
She's intelligent, she's NOT from Long Island, she's NOT self-absorbed, she's not a whore, she hates Bush, she's damn beautiful, she's got a great sense of humor and a great personality, she's got a killer singing voice, she like Denny's, she's single, she loves David Lynch movies and "good" wine, and to top it all: she actually wants to hang out with ME... HOW FUCKIN GREAT IS THIS?!?!
However, I know that cruel weasel-bastard known as fate will somehow fuck me on this one... I've been due to hit a major low, and I think the powers that be will see this as an opportunity to strike me down.
But I gotta try...
She's intelligent, she's NOT from Long Island, she's NOT self-absorbed, she's not a whore, she hates Bush, she's damn beautiful, she's got a great sense of humor and a great personality, she's got a killer singing voice, she like Denny's, she's single, she loves David Lynch movies and "good" wine, and to top it all: she actually wants to hang out with ME... HOW FUCKIN GREAT IS THIS?!?!
However, I know that cruel weasel-bastard known as fate will somehow fuck me on this one... I've been due to hit a major low, and I think the powers that be will see this as an opportunity to strike me down.
But I gotta try...