skin.
thick, no holes punch through. freeze-proof from cold icy looks. getting past the 3 mile mark, sweating through the bull-shit now. spread it out there as thick as peanut butter on gullible white-bread brains. throw on a little jelly to sweeten it all up. but you know, it's all the same.
soon enough, there'll be a 6 mile mark, and on and on. long far gone. cushion myself in thick skin and runner's high.
Comments (3)
Palimpsest (Legacy)
It's never a pleasant thing to find oneself on the main menu. Especially when you know they're planning to order you well-done. Although I suppose rare might be worse, at that.
Each time that happens to me, I just hope I give 'em indigestion.
Each time that happens to me, I just hope I give 'em indigestion.
arielswing (Legacy)
or at least that they choke...
;-)
;-)
StrangeBrew (Legacy)
With any luck they'll choke on a bone.