mope
have you ever fondled someone in the dark, getting all worked up, only to find that it's just yourself, alone, tangled up in the sheets? linen wrapped around your waist, and like an earthworm, you feel yourself multiply. little by little you grow another you, a friend to play with. oh, everything makes more sense in the dark, in your head. examining it would just spoil the surprise. as a matter of fact, a closer look might just turn you more insane than you actually are.
dear friends, i have been thinking. perhaps i have been unresponsive: cold, unflinching, sometimes even vaguely haughty. well my excuse is that i was loved too much as an adult, so much so that i don't know what to do with all the excess. as such, i have decided to make a pie out of it. a sweet pepercorn pie, with just the right amount of sweetness and bitterness. let me tell you, it ain't an easy job. but then again, being crafty has never been my forte. i much prefer the easy unassmembled mess of a burrito.
well, so much for that now.
dear friends, i have been thinking. perhaps i have been unresponsive: cold, unflinching, sometimes even vaguely haughty. well my excuse is that i was loved too much as an adult, so much so that i don't know what to do with all the excess. as such, i have decided to make a pie out of it. a sweet pepercorn pie, with just the right amount of sweetness and bitterness. let me tell you, it ain't an easy job. but then again, being crafty has never been my forte. i much prefer the easy unassmembled mess of a burrito.
well, so much for that now.