knee-jerk reaction
Love is a silly balancing act.
Really, it's a fucking circus.
It's a lanky leotarded whiff on a wire nearly ripping himself a new asshole in concentration, sweating ribbons, geisers of steam blowing out his ears, totally oblivious to a chorus of laughter from the slurping feeding masses.
Hilarity. Everyone gets their two-cents worth.
And in tight-rope matters of the heart, it's useful to have a safety net.
Something you'll gingerly string wider and tighter the more you fall.
What works for me is actually staying off the wire, loading my nets into a bazooka and firing at will. Keeps the masses back to a pretty solid distance.
Really, it's a fucking circus.
It's a lanky leotarded whiff on a wire nearly ripping himself a new asshole in concentration, sweating ribbons, geisers of steam blowing out his ears, totally oblivious to a chorus of laughter from the slurping feeding masses.
Hilarity. Everyone gets their two-cents worth.
And in tight-rope matters of the heart, it's useful to have a safety net.
Something you'll gingerly string wider and tighter the more you fall.
What works for me is actually staying off the wire, loading my nets into a bazooka and firing at will. Keeps the masses back to a pretty solid distance.
