Eloooo,
Am back again, as have just waded and shuffled my way out of muddy layers of subtext. As few of you know, subtext when used as frequently as I do, becomes this gooey, slushy gunk that is hardly pretty and more to the point tastes "quite" stale. Needless to say I fully intend to keep using it as the gooey, gunky familiarity is comforting, and it is hard to get dirty when you're already in the mudpit. Kabaddi, kabaddi, ka-fucking-baddi.
Am currently battling my own cess-pool swamp mud fight that has been christened across time as a "friendly family get together". Am now beginning to think that such trials and hurdles are put forth so that I can emerge triumphant and sling my own brand of smut (which has yet to fuse into a pro-active fertilizer variety, and is currently still slushy and hence disspiates before reaching its target, leaving behind a mess, which I , 'thankyou very much' need to clean later) with effective ease and winning smiles. So, no 'swamp thing' roars, or HULK howls- mine is the mantra of ascetic "polite bitchiness" in the face of karp "blatant bitchiness" which unfortunately is sadly lacking in quality lustre. Since all effective "bitchiness" is taking place in my head and all I expunge from my mouth is politeness.....note to self; must take lessons.
After note to self: dirth of inspiration to pick and choose from.
2nd after note: even a dirth of styles and accents.
Am "thunking" that I shall keep the allegorical ' "piano/anvil/ boiling oil" falling on prospective opponents, in my head" as it is all I have at the moment and has proven remarkably "un-effective" in the past. Am mourning the fact that "inner" hulk and hyde are such bloody wuss's, (Hulk turns blue instead of green, and Hyde is 3 feet tall!) and can therefore not be presented in dis-respectable society as yet.
am deliberating my stance between martyr and marauder.
Zillionth after note to present self: What deliberation... Captain Jack Sparrow (Johnny Depp) trumps Gandhi any day, even though poor gandhi ji tried going it shirtless and scoring the points.
*Beeping inner bitch*....."Are you there? Wherever the hell you are, wake the f**** up! Please, please be there!"
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