Bang for your buck

I want a shiny new tattoo, to increase the value of my real estate. There's no limit to curb appeal. Sex sells, as long as you don't think about it too much. Bedroom eyes and retail therapy often end in buyers remorse. If you think about it, and you shouldn't; there's no sense using logic when it comes to romance. Go with your gut and the force will be with you, until the particles split, then it's gone baby gone. You'll see stars when your bubble bursts. It's never a fair fight when I didn't know we were playing. Life is just a game, sectioned out like a cafeteria tray, except you can't go back for seconds, but the lunch lady is always grouchy. At least you won't lack for consistency.

Hunting Season

I got lost in coincidence, that appeared to be fate. Or whatever other devices people use to explain a thing that happened with no reason, but just seemed right. I didn't intend to be deceived. I'm not sure that was the intention, though it certainly seemed to be the end result. I'm not a good gun dog. I run when I'm spooked. And that could leave you trampled. Or Shot. Even if by accident. It's harder to count the casualties when you are one. I'm not sure that death by vernacular seduction is as painful as it is poignant. There's no warning shot. Just a split second where you realized you read your fortune cookie wrong.

Wrongitude.

Conserve water: shower together. But not in front of me. I don't think that's too much to ask, i've always been opposed to voyeurism. That's a whole different kind of naked. It just reminds me of things i'd rather forget and that i change my tune as soon as i find a new beat. But the beat goes on, and on and on, sometimes it gets stuck in my head, to the point of insanity. You can dance if you want to, you can leave your friends behind. There's comfort in the safety dance, unless of course you feel like you want to bust a move, then it's a little bit of a drag. The beat goes on. Does that make me a hypocrite? I hope not. I think that means i'm still figuring it out and can't find my way out of a paper bag, none the less how to curb impulse control and poor decision making. That'd be the day. I need to be vindicated, syndicated or have my wisdom jotted down in 45 languages. I just want guess right more often.