Some people think “misery loves company.”
Personally I think misery doesn’t like anyone.
Also certain that it’s not the first ingredient in anything
that won’t incite puking or self-destruction.
Unless you’re a writer – then you write the shit out of that
until Misery feels so overloved that it runs out of the room like a used up
whore.
Or try this… if a pervert hugs you – hug back harder. It won’t ever happen again.
Pervert prevention.
I’ve tried it. Perversion is
misery the way fanaticism is scary.
That leads me to the year 2016 reevaluation #1: Overlove misery. That bitch won’t see it coming.
My new year’s revolution.
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