Posturing

Raising swords and waltzing around with four eyes locked in a line was never the best strategy. That's how the cool blade takes off your limbs in a slow painful deconstruction. A blitzkrieg-style, forced attack would've been much more effective...at least tactically. Footwork is the groundwork. There was no groundwork, which means there was no foundation. Which means there was no...

No, there was. But it wasn't. Trying to make yourself more imposing is something that made it across the land-bridge between animal and man. And woman. But it's unfortunate. Everything seemingly gets solved in an untouched foreign land. For fuck's sake. Again? Life is full of recidivist patterns that for whatever reason make themselves so blatantly obvious it's comedy. There's all these geographical solutions for problems that have nothing to do with environment. For the first time, honesty fell from the rafters and dripped all over the floor last night. She tells me, "we're all holding our breath, Cory."

What am I supposed to do with that???

You see, the whole world has seemingly revolved around this for the past year and a half. But it's been shaken from it's axis and now it rolls madly, like a loose marble down a spiral staircase. The only sound being the vacant "clink, clink" as it hits the next step downward.