The Shakes...

I am writing this to purge myself of this vileness; I am vomiting these emotions out through my fingers and into the void. When I am done, I'm going to slide out of my brain and let someone else take over for a while, allowing their story to drip from my fingers and into a screen. Perhaps their tale will be a bit more interesting than mine. Like cracking an egg, pouring the white into a bowl. Add sugar, add stress, and it turns into a merange. Strange, ne?

 

 

( Not for those averse to strong emotion... )