ODERINT DUM METUANT

mental illness < obsession blessing

These past two days felt like a month.

I think we should both be direct in our intent while also be caught beating it around the bush at the same time. It gives people an incentive to always be on the edge of their seat around us, always be puckering, clenching their cheeks when we get up just to throw a piece of lint into the trash. They will wonder: what are they throwing into the trash? I couldn't see them holding anyth... Oh my! Their stature is so stately and intimidating when they get up, their odour is so sexy, so overpowering, a mix of sweat and what is that? Is it Obsession by Calvin Klein, sure it's an old fragrance at first, but just because you judge it by the first instance, which is off baseline. Give it some time to mature you nosenoob. Then come and bury your nose into my armpit and take in the greatness.

There's beauty and gentleness in her countenance, I don't exactly know what countenance means, I googled it like eight monthjs ago and already forgotten it many times over in spite of using that word liberally in my mind, what I'm saying is that there's a profoundness to her kindness which digs as deep as a bunghole of an albanian hoe. I'm remain touched and stunned.

The assassination of Caesar was one of many historical instances of a desperate(poorly thought out) last ditch attempt to avert the inevitable. An action so dumb, it ushers in the inevitable with a blast, a red carpet, a shine, glow and intensity as strong as the piss stream after a night of boisterous drinking. One that would otherwise be a prostate laboured struggle, were it not for the blast of horrible, terrible, abyssal idiocy.