Little Monkey at The Side of the Road: Where Have You Been?

ToDay.. I am stuck at home.

I could go on a long, tumultuous rant about my detest for mechanics
but instead, i will spend my energy plotting to kill them...

"So.. uh...", (insert ball scratching motion here), "u're (something)-belt is gonna go, u gotta a leaking gasket, blah blah, ur breaks are going, blah blah, ur (something)-water tank is leaking, blah blah.....".
This all continues until the climax, grand total estimation, of $2000 is announced.

C-girl Translation:
All of the above is silently destroying my car from the inside out. If left unchecked, this rot will, suddenly and mercilessly, make my car stop working; potentially killing me in a fatal car accident if only I am fortuitous enough to be caught in high traffic at the time.

C-girl's fantasy response:
"Are you out of your fucking trees?"
The heads of all the mechanics in the room suddenly implode, with tidy little *POOFS*, proceeded by the slow delicate trickle of their brains, running down their greasy chests, to the floor.

"Excuse me, but my car came in here working perfectly fine. I just wanted you to make sure all was fine and dandy for a road trip... u know: fill the fluids, wiggle the hoses, ect ect, and you're now trying to tell me that i need two grand worth of work??????!!!!!!!!*****"

Speechless Resolution.
OK.
I'm Done.

Why Cable TV Makes Me Wish I Could Perish in A Car Accident

Inside a sphere
Inside a fold
Inside a crinkle

Lived a spark
Herald-hark
Express as air

Inside a sphere
Inside a fold
Inside a crinkle

Upshot a load
E-threshold
One sizzled hair

Inside a sphere
Inside a fold
Inside a crinkle

Came forth a blast
Iconoclast
Thank God: A spare

Axiom

It does burn bi fold.

Intensity-actuality.

Naked incandescence.

Adulteration

Here we are at the edge.
Step up
Step off
Jump over

Past the light is blindness
Jube-jube love
Crimson lie
Ashen lust

Im fucking tired of stagnation.
Putrid lives
Pointless drive
Impelled decadence

Meridian

humidity
wet earth
evergreen

Elixir-perfume

Sun-heat
salutary breeze
amaranthine sky

Contented exhaustion.

Scintillating moment.

Concrete ubiety.

Adore-serene.

Will you come again?

Inopportune Independence

Adamant, strong, rigid:
The Vacillator.

Vulnerable, exposed, denuded:
The Boy.

Artfully crafted,
Abominably crippled.

Power:

My Tormentor.
My Lover.
My Friend.

Disillusioned Enchantement

So a day in time passed where i finally felt like some part of this definition of adulthood might apply to me.

On my birthday my mother says in passing:

"Don't be a pessimist." - Serious tone, concerned expression-

The dual translation shooting out of her head being that i shouldn't become a bitter hag (note: her pause to look at Power) especially not in front of the man I'm sleeping with.

I ignore the archaic nuances and reply:

"I am not a pessimist. I am a realist.
I don't want to submerge myself in escapism."

Enters thought:

~No, I simply want to complain incessantly about the people who do~

Lightbulb.