“A kill’s a kill,” I’ve so often heard the bastard children of the 21st century slur between their chugs of Bud and sucks of spliffs. But a kill is not just a kill. With each bullet blocked by contraceptive, comes a story, a memory, an inspirational anecdote that one can reflect on and share with others, regardless of how thoughtless, numbing or gratifying the feat for either party involved. Subsequently, one can relate more to others and connect to a greater demographic of the outside world. So, I conclude ladies and gents, that a kill is not just a kill – whether man or woman, whether for game, erotic ecstasy or love. It provides an individual with an experience that is very much humanizing. Raw, and human.
That said, I have decided today that I am almost wringing dry the life experiences I have had up until this point. Regardless of how they continue to haunt me day in and day out. I therefore plan to operate in a much more “take chances” “let’s do that, now” sort of way.
Here are some song lyrics that I currently find very inspirational:
"She" - the Misfits
She walked out with empty arms
Machine gun in her hand
She is good and she is bad
No one understands
She walked in, in silence
never spoke a word
She's got a rich daddy
She's her daddy's girl
She loves naked sin
He loves evil stare
She has lost control
They are growing old
She will hide in silence
Then her day will come
She was virgin vixen
She is on the run
She is on the run
SHE IS ON THE RUN!
xoLO
If I were one station of the cross I would be: Jesus meets his mother.
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