Beloved Howard,
O, how i have missed writing to you my love.....the sound of these keys piterringpattering all along the walls of my room.....
There have been various reasons for my temporary "demise"....one being work....you should know Howard.....how i hate losing....and also how obsessed I am with this world becoming a more beautiful(read glamourous, expensive and bitchy)......hence I slog...hours become days, days become months and months become years....but i continue....for I hope that one day....my contribution to this world will be acknowledged.......u know wat they say rite....theres no such thing as too much fame....winks and snorts out the ginandcoke in hand....
Yes there is much to tell....and there is much to bitch about....
For starters...the Desirable has become a very conspicuous obsession now....people have started to question me as to why im always so zoned out and lost....well the Desirable is one of the causes...
Yes distance does make the heart grow fonder...also the body hornier and since now he is out of my reach.....quite predictably my obsession is beyond my selfimposed control as well......
(A few days go by).......
But quite understandably my obsession is fading....infact his very immediate action in recent ancient history has dropped him from favor...he is back to being the UNdesirable.....the silly fag is now definitely the UNDESIRABLE No.1..
But guess who called me again....after a long sabbatical....His company was being missed...achingly....but I guess it takes less than a heartbreak to rekindle lost love....so no love lost i guess???
What else is up??.....My quest to beautify the world is slower than ever....but the fishing is complete and the meal is cooked....yet there is something lackluster...and its keeps me awake...the one really crazy element that i think is missing....that i really truly mostrously wish to discover and see....and execute in the most miniscule part of my extraordinary life....yet the life seems ordinary to my naked eye......
And the question I ask again....Who doesnt wish to be in love....but am I really getting that desperate....is LOVE.......the only serum for my venom....???
Missing you and any companinship terribly...
Yours in Excruciating mental agony...
Choleric
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
An Apology...
Beloved Howard,
Hat in hand, off my high horse, tail between my legs and my head bowed down...I come to thee love....to seek forgiveness....for the accusations I have cast upon my father in the garb of reasoned anlysis.....the accusations I cast without emotion or feeling....without the slightest intent that he is the only man I would actually truly love until enternity....the only man who could eer have been fit to be my father....and Why??....you may ask....did I accuse him??....Just the usual I believe....to hide behind another skirt and not face or as we discussed earlier....confront my own ghosts....
The reason...that I gather Howard for my inanity as ususal...is my sense of immortality whenever Im around you....even in word...as I am now....and my inexplicable sense of mortality.....when Im faced another day as a faggot in this very very nasty world.....to which I have nothing but actually added more nastiness....
The world as we know it...might as well have been the creation of another such character known as the GossipGirl.....much ado about like me.....
"All the Worlds a stage..".......enough of my life's obsession......Im a boy...a real boy....or at least i want to be.....(looks deeply in the eye of his "real" mother).....and the mother sez....fetch the blue fairy....she will make you a real boy....
The faggot however has no sense of "the world" and departs ona a"heavenly abode".....much like mine at age of fifteen....and discovers boys....something he was told to never look at in the manner he was looking at them.....life's a bitch...he soon realizes.....he even tries drugs a coupla times....nah....not workin for me mannnnnnn.........the boy moves on...discovers hes actually good at something.....becomes the next best thing in his line of chosen profession...and still keeps looking for love....he comes across love many times......in the form of girls....or friends.....the boy gets old and wise...but not loved a day more.....just admired, respected, slept with....not loved....
His desperation gets the better of him......and he starts questioning his very existence...and the purpose of one such loveless existence....an existece where the world doesnot move according to his clock and his axis....
He questions his decisions, his choices, his lust, his power, his talent and......his very existence....and hence in the outrage spits venom against the only people who have accepted and actually loved him for whatever mistakes he has made...
You understand right Howard??.....You forgive me right Howard???....is this act ego-maniacal enough for you to forgive me??.....
Goodnight Love
Urs in Biding.....
Choleric
Hat in hand, off my high horse, tail between my legs and my head bowed down...I come to thee love....to seek forgiveness....for the accusations I have cast upon my father in the garb of reasoned anlysis.....the accusations I cast without emotion or feeling....without the slightest intent that he is the only man I would actually truly love until enternity....the only man who could eer have been fit to be my father....and Why??....you may ask....did I accuse him??....Just the usual I believe....to hide behind another skirt and not face or as we discussed earlier....confront my own ghosts....
The reason...that I gather Howard for my inanity as ususal...is my sense of immortality whenever Im around you....even in word...as I am now....and my inexplicable sense of mortality.....when Im faced another day as a faggot in this very very nasty world.....to which I have nothing but actually added more nastiness....
The world as we know it...might as well have been the creation of another such character known as the GossipGirl.....much ado about like me.....
"All the Worlds a stage..".......enough of my life's obsession......Im a boy...a real boy....or at least i want to be.....(looks deeply in the eye of his "real" mother).....and the mother sez....fetch the blue fairy....she will make you a real boy....
The faggot however has no sense of "the world" and departs ona a"heavenly abode".....much like mine at age of fifteen....and discovers boys....something he was told to never look at in the manner he was looking at them.....life's a bitch...he soon realizes.....he even tries drugs a coupla times....nah....not workin for me mannnnnnn.........the boy moves on...discovers hes actually good at something.....becomes the next best thing in his line of chosen profession...and still keeps looking for love....he comes across love many times......in the form of girls....or friends.....the boy gets old and wise...but not loved a day more.....just admired, respected, slept with....not loved....
His desperation gets the better of him......and he starts questioning his very existence...and the purpose of one such loveless existence....an existece where the world doesnot move according to his clock and his axis....
He questions his decisions, his choices, his lust, his power, his talent and......his very existence....and hence in the outrage spits venom against the only people who have accepted and actually loved him for whatever mistakes he has made...
You understand right Howard??.....You forgive me right Howard???....is this act ego-maniacal enough for you to forgive me??.....
Goodnight Love
Urs in Biding.....
Choleric
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Of Roxie and her Flawed Performance..
Beloved Howard,
"All fags can dance...its in our genetic makeup".....is perhaps the line all fags use on straight people...also...some lesser mortal put up a questin to me int he near chronological frame..."Why are all fags soo good looking?"......I dunno...is my answer to this the same as the reason for the former statement??....the answer I have forever held as true to my being a fag?.....Acceptance??.......the fact that straight men have to move no mountains in this world to succeed...women have to make twice of their efforts and fags three times as much...and they'll still never be really accepted...
The answer...the truth...the inevitable confrontation lay in front of my eyes as I walked a corridor full of poeple......a blur of mimatched stockings, colors, makeup, accessories, hairstles, knit and woven yet one thing in common.....a stare....a vacant inexistent stare directed by the cumulative pea-brain....
And there I was...a reflection staring back at me through the very gorrrgghgoeus curls I had so recently washed and blowdried.....n there he was....the answer staring back at me.....its coz I loathe conformity....its all perhaps ur doing Howard....but today I stand at a dead end where I must answer a certain few questions about my life if I am to move on....
Why did it happen to me?....Was it coz i used to think too much?...Was it coz I had no male friends??....Was it coz I was always overprotected by my father...who sadly due to his own insecurities has always tried to be the best he could....not realizing that he got exactly what he didnt want...a failure??.........Was it coz being a fag is all abotu fashion??.....
Exactly the point.....I am a fag.....gay....queer...homosexual.....fruitcake....without a doubt...a good one at that.....not because of any other reasons...but I just could't stand staring at girls the way everyone did...I couldn't stand passing through places and not getting noticed......I couldn't stand not making a statement....I couldnt stand not being in the limelight.....n now look Howard.....its all I have......
A case of mistaken identity, a case of forgotten interest......coz eventually we learn wat we force ourselves to learn.....only to unlearn something anyone else can.....
Yes love.....the wait is indeed about to be over....we shall meet soon.....
urs in confusion
Choleric
"All fags can dance...its in our genetic makeup".....is perhaps the line all fags use on straight people...also...some lesser mortal put up a questin to me int he near chronological frame..."Why are all fags soo good looking?"......I dunno...is my answer to this the same as the reason for the former statement??....the answer I have forever held as true to my being a fag?.....Acceptance??.......the fact that straight men have to move no mountains in this world to succeed...women have to make twice of their efforts and fags three times as much...and they'll still never be really accepted...
The answer...the truth...the inevitable confrontation lay in front of my eyes as I walked a corridor full of poeple......a blur of mimatched stockings, colors, makeup, accessories, hairstles, knit and woven yet one thing in common.....a stare....a vacant inexistent stare directed by the cumulative pea-brain....
And there I was...a reflection staring back at me through the very gorrrgghgoeus curls I had so recently washed and blowdried.....n there he was....the answer staring back at me.....its coz I loathe conformity....its all perhaps ur doing Howard....but today I stand at a dead end where I must answer a certain few questions about my life if I am to move on....
Why did it happen to me?....Was it coz i used to think too much?...Was it coz I had no male friends??....Was it coz I was always overprotected by my father...who sadly due to his own insecurities has always tried to be the best he could....not realizing that he got exactly what he didnt want...a failure??.........Was it coz being a fag is all abotu fashion??.....
Exactly the point.....I am a fag.....gay....queer...homosexual.....fruitcake....without a doubt...a good one at that.....not because of any other reasons...but I just could't stand staring at girls the way everyone did...I couldn't stand passing through places and not getting noticed......I couldn't stand not making a statement....I couldnt stand not being in the limelight.....n now look Howard.....its all I have......
A case of mistaken identity, a case of forgotten interest......coz eventually we learn wat we force ourselves to learn.....only to unlearn something anyone else can.....
Yes love.....the wait is indeed about to be over....we shall meet soon.....
urs in confusion
Choleric
Monday, February 9, 2009
Of Argyles and Checkerboards...
Beloved Howard,
I am a dream waiting to turn into reality....twilight waiting to hit dawn...wings waiting to touch thermals.....Arnold Schwarzenegger waiting to be terminated....ahhhhhhhhh the wait is excruciating Howard...the wait being of more than the many worlds I have come to accept as my turf....
The wait for something to happen....something eventful...something meaningful...something that doesn't hit the walls....something that brings change....something to change all that I know...all that I see.....All that has been engraved in the history of time as something garrulous and something incorrigible...ALLLL that has never been spoken of...but written much about....
All that even you Howard never got see around me....even though its irrelevant now...
Something...someone...somehow...somewhere to happen....and without which the world would be an incessant cesspool of commonplace existence...
ARRRRGGGGHHHH...Howard....the wait is excruciating....just like the venom that Edward so beautifull describes while being beautiful Himself....never figured out how that was possible....
but he promised that the venom would bring immortal change...and an indefinite pitstop to immortality...which would ofcourse be chnage itself....
Yes she was right, the Princess....transperancy is a poison that kills me slow and fast at the same time....slow for I wish it to be over...and fast for it is....
The desirable has been updated to many a mortal levels now...yet the urge to see you again has me creeping back into my closet and dark capes of bad hope...
Yes the wait is excruciating Howard...but the time has come.....we must come facetoface soon....
Goodnight Howard
urs in the waiting room
Choleric
I am a dream waiting to turn into reality....twilight waiting to hit dawn...wings waiting to touch thermals.....Arnold Schwarzenegger waiting to be terminated....ahhhhhhhhh the wait is excruciating Howard...the wait being of more than the many worlds I have come to accept as my turf....
The wait for something to happen....something eventful...something meaningful...something that doesn't hit the walls....something that brings change....something to change all that I know...all that I see.....All that has been engraved in the history of time as something garrulous and something incorrigible...ALLLL that has never been spoken of...but written much about....
All that even you Howard never got see around me....even though its irrelevant now...
Something...someone...somehow...somewhere to happen....and without which the world would be an incessant cesspool of commonplace existence...
ARRRRGGGGHHHH...Howard....the wait is excruciating....just like the venom that Edward so beautifull describes while being beautiful Himself....never figured out how that was possible....
but he promised that the venom would bring immortal change...and an indefinite pitstop to immortality...which would ofcourse be chnage itself....
Yes she was right, the Princess....transperancy is a poison that kills me slow and fast at the same time....slow for I wish it to be over...and fast for it is....
The desirable has been updated to many a mortal levels now...yet the urge to see you again has me creeping back into my closet and dark capes of bad hope...
Yes the wait is excruciating Howard...but the time has come.....we must come facetoface soon....
Goodnight Howard
urs in the waiting room
Choleric
Friday, February 6, 2009
The Recruitment Content....
Beloved Howard,
The enstranged undesirable became extremely desirable today....merely the fact that he desires someone else has triggered within me a lust...more spiteful than any....and an obsession more malignant than any I've felt in a very long time.....
There aren't many of these undesirables Ive ever looked upon after my last experience....which you are very happily aware was with you....after our last altercation my love....I decided once and for all to not give any importance or understanding to any of your kind....But I cannot help but wonder if my downfall is again my own doing...
The undesirable was rying to be desirable on my terms.....and i steered clear for him...and made life a lot easy....."Im too old for these games" is what I went around the world saying over and over again....until they finally stopped taking me seriously....Yes Howard you're right...We are at a place where men meet themselves....int eh real pits of hell...theres no point being naive and NICE now...is there???????????????? Its too late perhaps....
There are however many maiiiiiny things I am still capable of....much to the Desirable's(hereon) surprise......
I am atillt he guy who came up with games that only I can play.....I am stillt he guy who makes other meeker men weep for him....and cry their hearts out until they have had enough of not just the silly games....but the entire world itself...
The Desirable asked for it.....and the Desirable shall get it....The world shall be mine again...infact starting tomorrow morning.....I shall be the man i was once not proud of being....but also way before that I was proud of the same man as hell....
Goodnight Howard
Urs Schemingly,
Choleric
The enstranged undesirable became extremely desirable today....merely the fact that he desires someone else has triggered within me a lust...more spiteful than any....and an obsession more malignant than any I've felt in a very long time.....
There aren't many of these undesirables Ive ever looked upon after my last experience....which you are very happily aware was with you....after our last altercation my love....I decided once and for all to not give any importance or understanding to any of your kind....But I cannot help but wonder if my downfall is again my own doing...
The undesirable was rying to be desirable on my terms.....and i steered clear for him...and made life a lot easy....."Im too old for these games" is what I went around the world saying over and over again....until they finally stopped taking me seriously....Yes Howard you're right...We are at a place where men meet themselves....int eh real pits of hell...theres no point being naive and NICE now...is there???????????????? Its too late perhaps....
There are however many maiiiiiny things I am still capable of....much to the Desirable's(hereon) surprise......
I am atillt he guy who came up with games that only I can play.....I am stillt he guy who makes other meeker men weep for him....and cry their hearts out until they have had enough of not just the silly games....but the entire world itself...
The Desirable asked for it.....and the Desirable shall get it....The world shall be mine again...infact starting tomorrow morning.....I shall be the man i was once not proud of being....but also way before that I was proud of the same man as hell....
Goodnight Howard
Urs Schemingly,
Choleric
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The Insist in Reckoning...
Beloved Howard,
Found unfound questions plagued me unto the infinite capacities of my reckless mind.....yes Howard, there are many many masters of each destiny, each with its own purpose and calling.....each assigned a specific time period in the life of the destined to gather forth all that they have done or undone and rectify it to their own convenience...
Mine too has been a destiny with various masters...or mistresses should we call them...
A long chronological order ago, and lightyears in miles away, lived my very own destiny free from such mistresses....free from the bindings of unholy matrimony and the incessant ramblings of unfortunate messengers....
And one day all the world stopped to stare....yes i hate this part right here.....no one ever noticed how fast the destiny got swallowed up by its many in line mistresses, how soon the world started spinning on its unnatural axis...my axis........and resumed the spinning on the community soul....the gaya axis...the antichrist of my existence......maybe past lives could have regenerated in me the need....but if any of it were to be believed I should have resumed where I left off right??.......
At the entrance to hell....the gates of diabolique the conquerer......the unsound clang of the cemetary window, and the unlatched toilets of heaven's kitchen.....
All have died and gone to New York....without the burdens of carrying any mistresses forth....without the barrels on the conscience of being unable to control anymore....the victory of loss.....and the uncouth demarcation of territory...as though pissing lines weren't enough my love....
As though thye have ever been able to hold me back...as though they have ever been able to control a bit of what they recall as their own destiny...their very own poodle to french....their very own nostalgic moment...through the glass window...through their very own master door...
The gates have descended and clanged open...and this time Im walking through.....
goodnight Howard
urs in destiny
Choleric
Found unfound questions plagued me unto the infinite capacities of my reckless mind.....yes Howard, there are many many masters of each destiny, each with its own purpose and calling.....each assigned a specific time period in the life of the destined to gather forth all that they have done or undone and rectify it to their own convenience...
Mine too has been a destiny with various masters...or mistresses should we call them...
A long chronological order ago, and lightyears in miles away, lived my very own destiny free from such mistresses....free from the bindings of unholy matrimony and the incessant ramblings of unfortunate messengers....
And one day all the world stopped to stare....yes i hate this part right here.....no one ever noticed how fast the destiny got swallowed up by its many in line mistresses, how soon the world started spinning on its unnatural axis...my axis........and resumed the spinning on the community soul....the gaya axis...the antichrist of my existence......maybe past lives could have regenerated in me the need....but if any of it were to be believed I should have resumed where I left off right??.......
At the entrance to hell....the gates of diabolique the conquerer......the unsound clang of the cemetary window, and the unlatched toilets of heaven's kitchen.....
All have died and gone to New York....without the burdens of carrying any mistresses forth....without the barrels on the conscience of being unable to control anymore....the victory of loss.....and the uncouth demarcation of territory...as though pissing lines weren't enough my love....
As though thye have ever been able to hold me back...as though they have ever been able to control a bit of what they recall as their own destiny...their very own poodle to french....their very own nostalgic moment...through the glass window...through their very own master door...
The gates have descended and clanged open...and this time Im walking through.....
goodnight Howard
urs in destiny
Choleric
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Creation of Melancholy and Whores..
Beloved Howard,
I recieved a gift today...not as grand as the previous pink gesture, but nearly as meaningful and YES....much more defining..."character building??"......let's say??.....
The wonder has seized and yeah I'm sorry if all the rules of desire have been breached...but the snapped string has never jolted in me sense of such great loss...truly....I have understood pain, lve, lust and all such fantasies tosay.....and also a GREAT sense of being NICE...yes....the princess sacrificed another rendezvouz with her beloved "astamaristaYOMANN".....and pronounced to me everything I need to change....if I ever wanna be the Next Worst Thing....which TRUST ME....i soooooooo wanna be....
okay..
moving on...
The undesirable has finally landed himself a deal......I continue desiring him...and He has no way of knowing...well its mot really much of a deal.....just more of an exciting decison Ive taken to toy with myself for sometime.....till of course the snapped strings are forged again....which would be perfect....since the oppurtunity would have passed...the Undesirable in my shadow would have become the Desirable No. 1....of course lets not completely discredit the boy of everything he's probably capable of......
But yeah the Freudians of the world will need entertainment....and for their sake(see I am absolutely unselfish and my motives are completely transperant)....I shall take the "UN"desirable under my wing...laughoutloudandclearshrillandsheer.....and train him.....laughoutloudandclearshrillandsheeragain........to entertain the Freudians....laughoutloudandclearshrillandsheerandagain.....
Well ofcourse my motives arent completely honest...but if its any consolation....neither is my heart....so no love lost there...
Goodnight Love
Urs a little edgy..
Choleric
I recieved a gift today...not as grand as the previous pink gesture, but nearly as meaningful and YES....much more defining..."character building??"......let's say??.....
The wonder has seized and yeah I'm sorry if all the rules of desire have been breached...but the snapped string has never jolted in me sense of such great loss...truly....I have understood pain, lve, lust and all such fantasies tosay.....and also a GREAT sense of being NICE...yes....the princess sacrificed another rendezvouz with her beloved "astamaristaYOMANN".....and pronounced to me everything I need to change....if I ever wanna be the Next Worst Thing....which TRUST ME....i soooooooo wanna be....
okay..
moving on...
The undesirable has finally landed himself a deal......I continue desiring him...and He has no way of knowing...well its mot really much of a deal.....just more of an exciting decison Ive taken to toy with myself for sometime.....till of course the snapped strings are forged again....which would be perfect....since the oppurtunity would have passed...the Undesirable in my shadow would have become the Desirable No. 1....of course lets not completely discredit the boy of everything he's probably capable of......
But yeah the Freudians of the world will need entertainment....and for their sake(see I am absolutely unselfish and my motives are completely transperant)....I shall take the "UN"desirable under my wing...laughoutloudandclearshrillandsheer.....and train him.....laughoutloudandclearshrillandsheeragain........to entertain the Freudians....laughoutloudandclearshrillandsheerandagain.....
Well ofcourse my motives arent completely honest...but if its any consolation....neither is my heart....so no love lost there...
Goodnight Love
Urs a little edgy..
Choleric
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Of squishes and Eraser Alerts...
Beloved Howard,
Would it truly be sinful to feel a certain inexplicable attraction towards an unattractable being??...yes you get me wrong Howard....again very presumptiously....you misinterpret my very being....
The string has been snapped and the void has been automatically generated, not in spirit...of course...only in the physically unavoidable dynamics...
And hence, the void(read horniness)....seeks and sniffs out...and snorts chemical abuse sometimes as well.., the unattractable, the untouchable, the unrelatable, and the unwantable..
So the real question here being.....what if an immortal being falls for a very mortal being.....what if the object of my desire is the undesirable.....??????
Would it be the classic case of Hercules falling for the villgae girl..or whatever she was??...Would it be the undefined chartered jetplane Im not leaving on??....Despite my bags being packed??...
Despite me being ready to go??...Standing right outside the door??..WOuld another undesirable attarction pull me back into my blackhole of non-existence....and a surro-gate of insecurities....
OR
Would this "undesirable" be my placebo...for wounds I never tolerated and boys I never scorned...????......Would it be my innuenedo for every chastising song I ever sang??....Would the Eraser Provider finally be the one I cuddle upto??
EEEEYYYYYYUUUUUCKKKHHHHHHHH!!!....If it weren't me on this side of the screen I would perhaps want to discreditand divest myself of all honor and shame.....and ofcourse exend the hand out of the screen and give myself a fucking BITCHSLAP!!.....
More on the undesirable...after these messages.....
Goodnight Howard
Urs very much in desire
Choleric
Would it truly be sinful to feel a certain inexplicable attraction towards an unattractable being??...yes you get me wrong Howard....again very presumptiously....you misinterpret my very being....
The string has been snapped and the void has been automatically generated, not in spirit...of course...only in the physically unavoidable dynamics...
And hence, the void(read horniness)....seeks and sniffs out...and snorts chemical abuse sometimes as well.., the unattractable, the untouchable, the unrelatable, and the unwantable..
So the real question here being.....what if an immortal being falls for a very mortal being.....what if the object of my desire is the undesirable.....??????
Would it be the classic case of Hercules falling for the villgae girl..or whatever she was??...Would it be the undefined chartered jetplane Im not leaving on??....Despite my bags being packed??...
Despite me being ready to go??...Standing right outside the door??..WOuld another undesirable attarction pull me back into my blackhole of non-existence....and a surro-gate of insecurities....
OR
Would this "undesirable" be my placebo...for wounds I never tolerated and boys I never scorned...????......Would it be my innuenedo for every chastising song I ever sang??....Would the Eraser Provider finally be the one I cuddle upto??
EEEEYYYYYYUUUUUCKKKHHHHHHHH!!!....If it weren't me on this side of the screen I would perhaps want to discreditand divest myself of all honor and shame.....and ofcourse exend the hand out of the screen and give myself a fucking BITCHSLAP!!.....
More on the undesirable...after these messages.....
Goodnight Howard
Urs very much in desire
Choleric
Monday, February 2, 2009
And the Strings were snapped...and it was all good...
Beloved Howard,
Perhaps the most dramatic excommunication after Michelangelo...who FYI was all about the thrill.....has occured....
It has been of the string, that should have been snapped a long time ago...and still hangs by embers of lust and the last few drops of Tequila, and YOURS TRULY....
Perhaps it was meant to be....well of course it was meant to be....who else in this anthropogenically altered state of mind could not have foreseen this snap...a call could however mend things.....but this time the snap is subconsciouss....and has occured due to an unapologetic and definitely an unalterable, unquestionable state of mind....
There can always be various reasons for such a snap...but the only thing and the most mundane and obvious reason comes to mind.....a simple act of cruelty....a simple misplaced sense of chivalry....and a drastic disregard for humanity...and of hypocrisy.....things many people loathe.....but dont quite understand.....as cruel as it may sound....there is never an explanation for the subconsciouss...its just perturbingly absolute...infact quite surprisingly unflinching...and yes AGAIN...very absolute......
Goodnight Howard
urs Free at Last
Choleric
Perhaps the most dramatic excommunication after Michelangelo...who FYI was all about the thrill.....has occured....
It has been of the string, that should have been snapped a long time ago...and still hangs by embers of lust and the last few drops of Tequila, and YOURS TRULY....
Perhaps it was meant to be....well of course it was meant to be....who else in this anthropogenically altered state of mind could not have foreseen this snap...a call could however mend things.....but this time the snap is subconsciouss....and has occured due to an unapologetic and definitely an unalterable, unquestionable state of mind....
There can always be various reasons for such a snap...but the only thing and the most mundane and obvious reason comes to mind.....a simple act of cruelty....a simple misplaced sense of chivalry....and a drastic disregard for humanity...and of hypocrisy.....things many people loathe.....but dont quite understand.....as cruel as it may sound....there is never an explanation for the subconsciouss...its just perturbingly absolute...infact quite surprisingly unflinching...and yes AGAIN...very absolute......
Goodnight Howard
urs Free at Last
Choleric
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