Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Ogres and Trolls

Lots of perpetrators, never enough victims, though never any shortage of victimhood.

Whose hapless children am I going to eat today…. It's just so tough to say. I suppose it'll be the ones that bumble into view.

And why not? Everybody's been wronged, particularly by love, or by you.

The bite that keeps on biting.

What I've learned: be the first to accuse; launch a subtle sidelong attack, employing the element of surmise.

Suppose your stuff into existence.

Hate stormtroopers, love the force.

Isn't it just so instant?