succubus

reconnect the disconnect
establish and confirm what was probably never there in the first place
the long distance runaround collapses into a breathless heap
where's the beef?
in a ditch littered with debris and refuse
lather, rinse, repeat as needed
divide, conquer, and shove the flag up your ass
stop, drop and roll, baby, roll



One of those days that supports my theory that God created dogs to make putting up with the bullshit of the human race seem worthwhile. Some folks don't accept criticism very well and that's a shame because they probably need more of it to trim the rampant ego. For the semi-innocent bystander, it's a sight to behold. The problems occurs when I am forced to reason with an unreasonable voice. In the end, I'm not sure where it leaves me except wanting to repeatedly thump someone in the forehead with an extended middle finger until the sentiment becomes internal.

Eye clamped shut in a vain attempt to spontaneously combust or simply teleport myself to an environment that is 72% user friendly. Anything more than that would be considered showing off and no one likes a show off unless there is a distinct chance for it to intermingle with the agony of defeat.