Post by Hope Diamond on Jun 17, 2017 6:55:19 GMT -6
Does it count as nostalgia when you look out of a window at night at the odd shapes of a crematory and thing about the last few months?
Maybe not but even an evil bitch has moments of introspection.
I think about Hannes the musical bird with the now broken wing. Hannes won´t be playing the violin for a while. He won´t be going to the dojo. He won´t be doing much of anything with his right arm until the torn triceps muscle is fixed again.
That wet tearing sound when his arm went south gave me a strange feeling of closure, a feeling of a job well done and completed. It gave me a new perspective of the job so well done and unfinished.
The thing that drove me crazy about my loss in Belgrade was mostly that I lost to a Lexie Good-Shoes so sweet and sticky as a blue-white-and-red lollipop.
How could that happen?
The reason is twofold.
For one thing life is a bitch and the devil does not look out for his own because ol´ forktail gives a damn about you whether you are on his side or not. You always have to get the job done yourself.
The other thing is I forgot that Lexie wasn´t born all sweet and syrupy. She had her brushes with the dark too and that still gives her strength. I wonder if she would like that idea but I will pay attention to it in the future for sure.
Just because I goofed on this one doesn´t mean I was wrong with everything I said. Monday Night Brawl is a war zone and Rampage is supplying the arms. You don´t need to be Crazy J to figure out that this pissing contest between half a dozen overpaid egomaniacs – give and take one karate cutie - can blow the whole company apart. I already watch like a hawk if my pay checks cash in. The sweet angel that is Lexie Glass today will get crushed and torn in that meat grinder sooner or later. I´m just going to speed up the process and make it a point of revenge.
Revenge is sweet and good for your bad reputation. I had these poker cards that were supposed to be my conversation starter, the thing to get me noticed. I´m still gonna use them but now I have something so much better, something that could give the right fear bonus with the roster even without white face paint.
It´s hard to believe but three months ago I considered myself dangerous. Sure I was backstabbing and manipulative but I hadn´t ruined someone´s arm on purpose. Now I´ve done it and I´m looking for the next one to get more practice. I´m still backstabbing and manipulative and I have to put it to better use again but now I got a restless aggression in me that only a belt and tons of money can keep in check.
Maybe not but even an evil bitch has moments of introspection.
I think about Hannes the musical bird with the now broken wing. Hannes won´t be playing the violin for a while. He won´t be going to the dojo. He won´t be doing much of anything with his right arm until the torn triceps muscle is fixed again.
That wet tearing sound when his arm went south gave me a strange feeling of closure, a feeling of a job well done and completed. It gave me a new perspective of the job so well done and unfinished.
The thing that drove me crazy about my loss in Belgrade was mostly that I lost to a Lexie Good-Shoes so sweet and sticky as a blue-white-and-red lollipop.
How could that happen?
The reason is twofold.
For one thing life is a bitch and the devil does not look out for his own because ol´ forktail gives a damn about you whether you are on his side or not. You always have to get the job done yourself.
The other thing is I forgot that Lexie wasn´t born all sweet and syrupy. She had her brushes with the dark too and that still gives her strength. I wonder if she would like that idea but I will pay attention to it in the future for sure.
Just because I goofed on this one doesn´t mean I was wrong with everything I said. Monday Night Brawl is a war zone and Rampage is supplying the arms. You don´t need to be Crazy J to figure out that this pissing contest between half a dozen overpaid egomaniacs – give and take one karate cutie - can blow the whole company apart. I already watch like a hawk if my pay checks cash in. The sweet angel that is Lexie Glass today will get crushed and torn in that meat grinder sooner or later. I´m just going to speed up the process and make it a point of revenge.
Revenge is sweet and good for your bad reputation. I had these poker cards that were supposed to be my conversation starter, the thing to get me noticed. I´m still gonna use them but now I have something so much better, something that could give the right fear bonus with the roster even without white face paint.
It´s hard to believe but three months ago I considered myself dangerous. Sure I was backstabbing and manipulative but I hadn´t ruined someone´s arm on purpose. Now I´ve done it and I´m looking for the next one to get more practice. I´m still backstabbing and manipulative and I have to put it to better use again but now I got a restless aggression in me that only a belt and tons of money can keep in check.
