S O S
Not too long ago, I vaguely remembered feeling estranged from these old words and what they represented. Now, as I stagnate in front of the glaring monitor, they are all that I can recall.
(with alarming clarity)
"I shall not stage yet another petulant fit about how people suck. I wish I could yank open their tracheae with icy cold blunt forks and watch them bleed words in pulsating spurts. Not that it would uproot their deeply ingrained, one-dimensional stupidity but at least it would sort of hurt."
Peace to the loveable minority in eljay-land.
(with alarming clarity)
"I shall not stage yet another petulant fit about how people suck. I wish I could yank open their tracheae with icy cold blunt forks and watch them bleed words in pulsating spurts. Not that it would uproot their deeply ingrained, one-dimensional stupidity but at least it would sort of hurt."
Peace to the loveable minority in eljay-land.