His rump-steak was punctured by some wayward glass upon which he'd sat down too blindly and fast. Then he made some errors that caused his connection to effect an angry and ruddied complexion that disturbed his cash-flow and threatened his stay – at least he'll be still here on his next birthday. By saying I'm Sorry for his past transgressions he hoped his bad karma to soften and lessen and so far his efforts have not been for naught and things aren't so bad as for weeks now he's thought. He'll pull him a cork on the day of Odin and go out for surfing and maybe a swim and take him a maiden back home to his lair and take off her trousers and play with her hair. The pains of this life are not really so bad and we can all choose to be happy or sad and we can decide to wake up now or not to sit about lazing or improve our lot. There is no improving what cannot be touched – the heart soul chi karma and so on and such – for these things are left to Unnameable Powers that today might heap shit tomorrow leave flowers.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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