stuffed_primate

Ahh... the freshness of a new week...filled with the deperate hope that it will be better then the last... if it wasn't for hope I wouldn't have anything...
Damn, I'm a drama queen...
Well, since I have no original thought... here's a bukowski poem for those who care...
Escape...
Escape from the black window spider
is a miracle as great as art.
what a web she can weave
slowly drawing you to her
she'll embrace you
then when she's satisifed
she'll kill you
still in her embrace
and suck the blood from you
I escaped my black widow
becasue she had too many males
in her web
and while she was embracing one and then the other and then
another
I worked free
got out
to where I was before.
she'll miss me-
not my love
but the taste of my blood
but she's good, she'll find another
blood;
she's so good that I almost miss my death,
but not quite;
I've escaped. I view the other
webs...