Thursday, August 18, 2005

And this I know, his teeth as white as snow. What a gas it was to see him walk her every day, into a shady place.

Knock it off. No, really. Knock it off.

Overwhelmed by the daunting task at hand, his mind wandered, drifting to other, easier, guilty thoughts.

Baby steps were required. Better to stay focused on the here and now. Eyes forward. Pay attention. Chipping away with an ice-ax, kicking out each step necessary for the inexorable climb.

A dizzying zoom-out provided him with a glimpse of "the big picture." The big picture is terrifying. Quitting is easy. Too easy. Soft comfort lies below. No more pain.

It brought to mind a saying he hated, usually delivered with an air of self-righteousness, "You want to have your cake and eat it, too."

Honestly, what the fuck else are you going to do with cake?

Screw them. Who wants to die without any scars anyway?

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, like we said before, if you are out of original material just post some pictures of your woman. That's the only reason we come here anyway.

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