Erection

Oh for the love of god, what is going on?

Take my money (pah!), take my jewellery (costume), take my neighbor (c**t) but DO NOT take my sanity.

After google-ing for prospective audiences on the web I come across a link to a different world. A world in which there is no breeze through the window or from the fan whirring at its highest speed. A place where time seems to poke you with it’s erection whenever it wants to play, but when the excitement leaves so does it, and you become vacant without any kind of concept of how long you have been staring at a blank screen or indeed why you are staring at a blank screen. Or even why you don’t seem to be able to move away from the aforementioned blank screen even though you are so tired your eyelids feel like there is a small but heavy baby elephant perched on each one.

I like to call it LaLa-GooGoo-BrrrDink Land, geographically it’s situated between the borders of The Republic of Exhaustion and Ineffectual Fuck Land. It’s capital, Drinking-on-the-Sly is situated at the very heart of this kingdom where King Taxyouto Death sits on the throne.

This land is one of perpetual inopportunity, where you consistently disappoint yourself and those closest to you despite your hardest efforts, but even worse they disappoint you in return. Every area that once held excitement and possibility withers into decaying remains that you are required by law to carry in a wicker basket on your head so that you always bare the weight of failure, which you can never shirk or move on from.

The only way to flee LaLa-GooGoo-BrrrDink Land requires huge will power, strength in your body and massive determination. Start with very small gradual movements, just rock your head from front to back. Don’t exert yourself, start slowly and increase. With bigger motions each time, slowly increasing the rocking to over your whole body. Then with a final last push tip your chair far enough so that it falls backwards, thus breaking you free from King Taxyouto Death’s grasp and you can retire to bed.