Some combat isn’t hand to hand. Fighting off neuro-linguistic programming has been one of the most excruciatingly difficult and painful things I have ever experienced. I mostly write in riddles and metaphors, but this is real. This time, it’s me. Welcome to the 1972 Cabaret! This is a trip to Jupiter. Buckle your seatbelts.
Hymenoptera training; a classic case of conditioning. He fed me steadily with his words; regularly timed feedings. “Feed the birds,” they said. “The birds and the bees,” they taught. I’m not sure anymore… a Smarmy of One sure sounds suspicious. This is the Achilles Heel. Have I met the Wendigo?
A singlet with no bra… that’s what you have. However, I hate to break the news…no amount of slutetry will ever be enough for a porn addicted jerkaholic like yourself. You will always get bored. You will always hate what you’ve created. I can’t win with you… I can’t win unless I pretend to be what I am not.. relentlessly mean.. but I’ll tell you friends, that’s not winning either. Either and or, rejection hurts. Not feeling fun, pretty, or successful enough hurts.
The Western Parotia is calling. Stop staring at the Black Spot. The truthful facade you create is a crime of the highest order. In a world you’ve created, I’d much rather be Flotsam… at best a hope to create a new world; a world you cannot touch… but then there’s Jetsam. Is this where I call you a “Glommer” …and wait for it? INTERRUPT HANDLER:
Sandpiper gets over fear of water and becomes Fran The Nanny. Is this a waving white flag or static interference? The internet is an arsenal of feral birds. I’ll say that much. Who’s the more malleable one… the only question they ask when circling the beltway. What a contrapuntal experience this has been. Alien vs. Predator.
"Do you have a cigarette?"
Light My Fire - The Doors
Light On - Maggie Rogers
Bluebird - Miranda Lambert
"Who Am I? Who Made Me? Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?"
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