tinkerdan
∞<Q-Satis
Very cute;
Everyone dies a final time, I've suffered to avoid that. The problem is that one can never tell which one that is, so I've tended toward trying to avoid them all. Not that I'm a coward. Its just that I've gotten to where I've slunk along the sides of buildings, like a rat, among the shadows with an alert eye cast every which way to keep watch and to duck into stank alleyways one moment and swiftly out again in case the dark eminence waited somewhere in its deepest recess. Ever vigilant. Even in the worst inclement weather I've gazed up constantly, listened carefully, and came to a place where I could smell death when it drew near. Trouble with habits, even the good ones, is that they're habits and are observable. So, when two imminent possibilities from opposite directions approached, the odor was distinct, the absence of sound was an eerie disquiet, I slipped down an alley I knew was shortest and broke out into a bustling street; only to come face to face with the enemy. Who'd have thought she'd be so disarming.
I starred into the face of death and didn't have to ask which one it was.
The second time... well, everybody dies (a final time [that sounds odd!]) eventually.
Everyone dies a final time, I've suffered to avoid that. The problem is that one can never tell which one that is, so I've tended toward trying to avoid them all. Not that I'm a coward. Its just that I've gotten to where I've slunk along the sides of buildings, like a rat, among the shadows with an alert eye cast every which way to keep watch and to duck into stank alleyways one moment and swiftly out again in case the dark eminence waited somewhere in its deepest recess. Ever vigilant. Even in the worst inclement weather I've gazed up constantly, listened carefully, and came to a place where I could smell death when it drew near. Trouble with habits, even the good ones, is that they're habits and are observable. So, when two imminent possibilities from opposite directions approached, the odor was distinct, the absence of sound was an eerie disquiet, I slipped down an alley I knew was shortest and broke out into a bustling street; only to come face to face with the enemy. Who'd have thought she'd be so disarming.
I starred into the face of death and didn't have to ask which one it was.