Wealthy Matron Births Ciggarette Torch - Burns Down Troy
"Your cigarette's become a torch for me;
burn it deep into my arm.
Watch the welts rise, come blistering through
and what you thought you'd see it looks a lot like you." machine punch through, Moist
My pattern-finding primate brain thinks it finally understands it. Or made a pattern that fits it and makes it a nice little logo, emblem, symbol, glyph, rune in my mind for when someone else - deliberately or not - provokes the worst in me.
I haven't smoked tobacco cigarrettes in over two months now though. Yay. It's better. I can walk again. Like walk well.
burn it deep into my arm.
Watch the welts rise, come blistering through
and what you thought you'd see it looks a lot like you." machine punch through, Moist
My pattern-finding primate brain thinks it finally understands it. Or made a pattern that fits it and makes it a nice little logo, emblem, symbol, glyph, rune in my mind for when someone else - deliberately or not - provokes the worst in me.
I haven't smoked tobacco cigarrettes in over two months now though. Yay. It's better. I can walk again. Like walk well.