My Fervor

by starkish

Its only Tuesday and the week has tapered into a cyclone of confusing fuck. You get older, fairy tales fade, butterflies die, and your little fantasies are dust. You can easily read people now that you’ve hit 2X (not till May though) but the fallacious part of you non-subconscious mind overrides all rational and your stuck at the same goddamn spot like a fucking stick in the mud. And you use your face, your face, that they will take and read at face value. Cause you know you can. Whats in the head behind the hair, the skin, the skull? What? What? I don’t know either, wouldn’t like to discover, wouldn’t like to know. We’ll just go at face value and proceed. Do we have an agreement?


I guess we do, lets not get charred in the process.