I am now approaching each situation in turn in a way that is most opposite of the way in which I either want to attack or the way in which my instinct (such as it is) directs me to assault. In terms of metaphorical relationships, none of the many and varied problems have any solution set that includes violence in any form but that is the state of metaphors as I use them.
There is one particular situation that could have me blog yelling because of the simple frustrativeness of it all and its sheer stupidity. I see the problem in itself with rosy tinted glasses of incredulity, those lovely specs that frequently cause me to ask how the fuck this all happened. Often times at high speeds as I sail through the air on a collisioin course with hard, asphaltic reality.
fulsome has been a witness to some of these rather spectacular flame outs and he may state from experience. In point of fact, he owns at least three pairs of flame retardant boxers and at least two pairs of asbestos briefs. I will not make any claims as to being the complete and sole source of his need of such garments as I speak only in riddles and metaphors. Suffice to say, he has seen some amazing bridge burnings and also dated some hotties. Take your pick.
I have been rejecting the displacing of predicates and anger of late. I am attempting to polish my style without convultions. I am also trying to avoid killing any particular member of the brothers of indeterminate number who may or may not be staying with me. It is not that we are fighting, so much as I like time alone from the rest of the world to decompress. I could sit still for hours and recenter. I also haven't really worked out for three weeks and that is driving me up the freaking wall.
The cause of said cessation has no migrated into the realm of irreleavancy and tomorrow I resume a full scale war on lipids and their residence in my body. I believe a morning and an evening session at the gym will help alleviate my feelings of claustrophobia and much of the tension in my mind. The tension in my body will have to wait.
I have decided that the problem is not mine for me to solve in reference to the first paragraph. If you have decided on a source of binding material in my life then I have a new solution set.
By the way, run out and rent Brick. I'll wait for your thanks later.
Okay, you might need to stop reading 3Bulls for a little bit. I think you borrowed Pinko's Clarity Codex.
Yeah, I can channel the crazy code like few else.
Without the mecha-emu decoder ring for your Cheny-O's, it's gibberish.
Dude, unless I am writing about politics then there is only one other topic in my life.
So, fine then. That's two topics.
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