October 2010
Sorry Sir, But I'm Allergic To Cyanide...
Today I am sick. My throat battles with my body in an effortless war. It will win…for the next few days anyways. My arsenal of vitamins and wretched “drink” will soon grow stronger and fight off this scarring sting. Until then I will remain in this lounge chair, blanket wrapped and full of tea. My eyes glazed over from the burn of the television..
Change the channel. No.
UFC....
A Blow to the Head
My mind is a tomb in these late hours. The wreckage of the day sits on my chest with a weight that would crush any soul. My mistakes take form and they taunt me. They taunt me into oblivion. I make an effort to do the right thing, so why do the repercussions of my minds misuse lead me to such disarray?
They offer a drink, and I deny…
She offers a smoke, and I deny…
He offers...
“Man chooses, Slaves obey” - Andrew Ryan [BioShock]”
