HE DOESN’T KNOW JACK SQUAT ABOUT LOVE LOST®
Preservation Of Selfdom … Takes The Cake, Swallows The Enchilada Whole, And Whacks-A-Mole-Otta-The-Piñata … Cryptically-Speaking.
My First, My Last, My Only Option … Is To Bet On Self, Again – It’s Called Faith, Darling – But, That’s Not A Gamble Now Is It?
Whenever I Slip, Slide Away From God’s Cradle Searching For My True Authentic Self (Yawn, Gulp, Boo-Hoo, Yadacetera) … He Pulls Me Back In, Time’s Me Out, Says (Paraphrase The Divine / #Blasphemous):
“Listen You Little Shit … Don’t Fuck This Up, Again!”
FUN FACT CONFESSION OBESSION DERAILMENT
“I Don’t Love Easily Or Necessarily Well Enough All The Way To The End, But My Starts Are A Thing Of Wonder And Beauty … Hell There It Was – Unknowable As Ever Staring Me In The Eyes – Love’s Bad Timing Is Asshole Cupid’s Unfunny Practical Joke …“
Where’d It Come From? – Poof – Where’d It Go? I Hardly Knew Ya.
