"i guess i hope i'll live forever (& never die & never grow old)"
so i've been lashing my mordicai-knot of a brain to the mast to resit the sirens. the problem with the lashing is that the resin soaked ends of the rope occasionally strike into jenny. i'm as tightly wound as an electromagnet & she's in the sargasso seas of her introspection & as anyone can tell you, industrial appliances & large bodies of water can be volatile. i need to take a chill pill & stop assuming everything is snapping jaw. she is not a venus fly trap, she is not a snap dragon. i too easily mistake acts as predatory, i too often ascribe my motives to the world. hyena, hyena, slinking your way about the carcass.