The wolf in wolf's clothing.
The engineer divagates to a different level of abstraction.
Wednesday, May 08, 2002Your teeth...are showing.
They're a bit greasy seeing as how they are covered entirely in the thin gristle of someone's naivete.
If I ever decide to start an online identity anew, I might like to call my online journal Small Nuclear Devices. This is a temporary infatuation to be sure as I am, every day, a small packet of personal fission. And latent energy.
Between explosions I imagine: Emotional Nuclear Mutant Lycanthrope. And wouldn't you know It appears! Snarling, instinctual, gnashing. Someone's work snatched between its jaws. The wrong meeting was interrupted -- and the sign of the moon on the conference room door wasn't enough of a ward, I think.
Just a passing witch's curse. And what do you know, Joe!...
During the Good Times I sold my silver bullets on eBay.
I'll have to
on my wits.
Avoiding the wolf in spring,