Post #5602

I mutilate myself, no matter what i do. Acting all spirit, i maim when I'm disregarded, when I'm passed over. Acting all foul isn't my cup of tea either, i maim again, i incapacitate either way. Being ignoble and or moral, both roads are noxious to me. What do i fancy then? You blemish me, your bygones. I can't condone it. I can't strand you either. You, your, it impedes me, candidly but won't gash you by disclaim, renounce.... Won't? Well, can't is more apt, can't bestow to soar your agony.... But about my torment? I have nowhere to go, no door left open, I'm stuck, stuck with you. I'll dwell, I'll persist, that's what I've been doing, that's what i can keep up with. No possibility, either at whim or reluctantly, i have to adhere, no recourse.... I'd be thrusting here, i don't know the stretch, the extent, maybe perpetuity. #review#Snowy