Sunday, January 15, 2006
It amazes and amuses him in a morbid fashion, how so many misfortunes can befall him in a single twenty-four hour span, the last one being the worst of the curses. He wishes dearly that he could fuck himself the way The Boss does. The realisation of the monstrosity of the deed he had done, led him to the shocking truth that he might just have become the very bastard that he had vowed never to be.
The ride home proves to be an eternity of staring blankly out the glass pane, chin upon a sagging arm, eyes a stagnant puddle, countenance a world away from its norm. Overweight emotions hurl themselves at one another within their cranial cul de sac, just as sumo exponents clash in folds of fat and skin. Sickening turbulence results. He turns away from the darkness rushing past the vehicle, almost wishing to turn a back on the guilty ache in his soul. But, but. There can be no escaping the overwhelming sense of disgust and upset. There can be no way else, but to wait, and hope for peace of mind to wash away the persistent ills.
No wonder there had been the inexplicable sadness of being. A forewarning, no doubt, of the poor hand that Life was about to deal.
The ride home proves to be an eternity of staring blankly out the glass pane, chin upon a sagging arm, eyes a stagnant puddle, countenance a world away from its norm. Overweight emotions hurl themselves at one another within their cranial cul de sac, just as sumo exponents clash in folds of fat and skin. Sickening turbulence results. He turns away from the darkness rushing past the vehicle, almost wishing to turn a back on the guilty ache in his soul. But, but. There can be no escaping the overwhelming sense of disgust and upset. There can be no way else, but to wait, and hope for peace of mind to wash away the persistent ills.
No wonder there had been the inexplicable sadness of being. A forewarning, no doubt, of the poor hand that Life was about to deal.
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