In order for you to read this to the end you will either:
A) Need to be aroused. This is why I did not add my picture.
B) Need to be entertained. 0 for 2 here.
C) Need to be manipulated.
There's the stuff.
Many of my thoughts, left to their own devices, make little to no sense. I tend to go spiraling out into left field with great abandon and furious blindness. Therefore, I will give my characters ideas and have them talk to one another. This way it is less Karl Marx and more Karl Hiaasen(?).
You are still reading so I have at least tweaked one of the many human characteristics we all commonly share: morbid curiosity. Unlike Morbid Curiosity's cousin, Morbid Obesity, we do not often see it coming. You could be sitting on the sidelines, enjoying a Canadian Coke when all of the sudden your best friend, Paul, comes streaking around the corner yelling
"There's a guy - on a stool - defiling a pig!"
Now, this friend whom you have engaged in many conversations that did not involve forbidden love, is halving his time running towards the action and back to you for guidance.Your mind dances merrily over details that will, in about a half an hour, make you want to scrub your mind closed with a can of Lyseol and the Gideon's bible:
"Why does he need the stool?"
You know it is a train wreck, you know you will be disgusted, but yet you linger as the big hand starts reaching the end of the show and you still haven't dragged your head across the curb to get the visions out of your skull.
And that...is why you are still here.
You have either decided that what I have written so far is worth sticking around for or you are waiting for the squeal.
I endeavor to deliver both.
Please be patient with my punctuation and spelling as I tend to type with a paint roller and have little control over the common comma; a slippery little devil that jumps from keyboard to keyboard, mocking me during finals and news reports. I will post later when the muse gives my kitten back.