acquittals
it occured to me that your heart had either raced through reservice until it skipped a beat, or that mom had stuffed it in the roulade she roasted for xmas. i then concurred that dinner had seen the christening of kannibal loecter and the witnessing of silent savagery in motion. i also noticed the wine i drank (unwillingly because alcohol causes bullima and cirrhosis) for the Lord's Supper bore was 5 tints too maroon and bore a hint of tintoretto. talk about transubstantiation...
yet here you are, serendipitous in the salient starkness of your recently repainted walls, oblivious to the hallucinogens harbingering death like a halo resting precariously above my head, much like the fleeting thoughts of fear i harbour with respect to fleeing realism
and embracing empiricism has only made me realise how ashamed i am for being such a steak at assumptions of identity and contemptuous allegations. all that quackery aside, i feel like an earthquake after last night's charcoaled carcinogens and charbroiled conversations. acquaintances i had written off so effortlessly as mere fodder in the past proved to be more mississippi than mee siam "my humps". a word up, mister, SNAG's catch-22.
anyhow, we are generation vexed. the lock and key approach is dreadfully tedious but life's a maze and the minotaur is fast on our louboutin heels. that, my dear, is the flavour of the month.
