Heat scrolls flutter bravely. Dancing, detested, deranged they leap. Their fervour burns through me.
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Spitting rage. Furious anger. Cancerous displeasure. It's only human right?
Clackety clack clackety clack clackety clack,,, That's the 9:27 oassing through Knott Mill and Deansgate. A distinct difference from the 9:33 powering through Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. The Welsh breeze seems to do something to the ballbearings. A matter I shall look into in more detail.
Beginning to understand why many people choose to avoid the temptations of alcohol. The constant stream of dribble is rather unsightly and a definite distraction to my guests. The vicelike grip of aching that is clenching my face is beginning to concern me slightly. How do I know I'm not having a serious medical episode?
On the plus side, I have never and will never again watch an entire Come Dine with Me competition. I am becoming strangely concerned about the menu choices and dangerously judgemental of their decorating tastes. Tight pain is squeezing my lungs. Chest is heaving. All because of you.
The stench of corruption flows freely here. Ravished by my surroundings I feel myself drifting into waves of pleasure. The wrongness I am faced with enamours me. Why do I enjoy this?
The tease of temptation is enough to momentarily blind me. My senses are heightened and my mind begs to be taken. I beg to be overwhelmed. She clutched the spatula tight with two fists and came forth as if from a bursting dam. Fear gripped me as the regular rhythm of the implement struck me. It was hypnotic.
Later, as we lay on the creased sheets she let the spatula slide downwards to be used at a later date. Not entirely sure whether it's anger or frustration. It slides gracefuly through my veins as if returning to the safety of its home. Why am I giving it so much thought?
Yet further complications to my simple little life. Maybe I will return to my drink-fuelled dream world. I like it there. The grass-snakes say nice things to me. Globules of spit dripping from angry mouths. Saliva spewing from the oral cavity. The soft splat as it hits the pavement. Scum.
Lethargy vs laziness. My current quandary. Between the two I feel remarkably indifferent.
My perpetual state of sluggishness is beginning to bother me. Almost as if a deep sleep has overpowered my body. General apathy is lapping against the shore of my mind. Emmerdale doesn't help. I have become satiated by my life of luxury and pleasure... Sarcasm seeps from my veins. |
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