would your girlfriend/wife (were she, for the purpose of this melodrama, my girlfriend/wife) eject, annul, cease, desist, decease, lay waste, stop-short post-haste, monogamy's hectic pace--obviously past three years of
relating factor in to this tragic comedy--were she to sniff the following exchange? from facebook:
Brooke Worthington: July 7
OH MY GOSH! Where have you been?? how are you?!!
Marc Miller: July 9
middle east(military), now back at tcu/ftw... gettin some stuff done. how you doin?
Brooke Worthington: July 14
We should do lunch and catch up!
Marc Miller: July 14
512-xxx-xxxx am free next week after thurs... not sure i could explain to the female that's here til then, having a catch-up lunch with with a looker like yourself : )
Brooke Worthington: July 15
mine is 817-xxx-xxxx
added variables for kevin:
1) her current boyfriend is a defensive lineman/deep snapper for the cowboys, a canadian fella named "LP".
2) and for those that remember brooke, well...
3) random poll: is my above communique an open-ended attempt at dragon-slaying bw?
i am morpheus' quixotic camel, and the above is the straw that broke my back. well.. that, piled on with all the other shit.
two broken steel supported legs, two enormous hearts, trustless and tepid, too littled too lated. one average penis, one tempestuous lesson-filled love-affair, thrust aside, now three years later... and i dont know whether im confused, exhausted, or drowning in caustic relief(hers/mine?). as
non omnis moriar and all's for the best. she was a great one, graceful and cunning, breezy and numbing, she just so plainly, not for an ass is as me.
was i killing her slowly?
i wouldve asked her to accept me wholly this november. around thanksgiving. she seemed like worth fighting.
love is real.
grit is real too. and in my himmhawing lay love not worth prizing.
boy seeks tenacity, exclusion from tucked-tail dependency, seeks balanced deficiency. seeks somewhat crazy. seeks harlot and lady.
no more week-long we break we. no more curses from folly. no more ask if we happy.
the lord, he did bless, and then did undress me, pressed and caressed me, and now he does test me.
tearfully, there will always be, sweet monika marie.
--no face man
who's making odds, between me and adub, who's happily married first? my calendar just opened up. who wants to sail to horizons of imperfection with me?