How controlled can it be...it certainly can not always be explained nor understood...
I walk into the darkened pub. The stench of sweat and stale beer saturated the air. Frisky loose women, frustrated young males swarming the turf. It's a battlefield with no clear winner, in a unwarranted yet necessary war that has lasted since the beginning of mankind. We all have to wager our struggles in order to survive this generation.
"One Pumkin Ale please"...A fond appetite for an unsatiated thirst..and with that i can blend right into this clash.
My first request, to the first person who greets me...its her job to bring me comfort. She responds with a flirtatious smile and an acknowledging nod. Within minutes my euphoric impulse is gratified. My fingers slither quietly around the chilled mug, clasping a fleeting sense of serenity. A sudden craving that abruptly attacked my impressionable perception.
Seducing the senses within an abyss of tease. Wicked delusions of endless compulsions...a neverending lustful nirvana...
transitory and provisional...two ships in the night.
Its a corrupted chase that makes debaucherous fools of any sound minded individual. It the instigator that operates and victimizes our will...Taunting and elusive
it is our initial desire that spawns the direction that we ramble through our sacrificial path
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