Date: August 18th, 2016 6:38 PM Author: Charismatic psychic regret
Consider the following: the force generated by a fifty-five centimeter steel-hewn claw sharp shining as it swishes through the pasty flesh of your right foot at approximately three-hundred feet per second, entering near the peroneus tetitus tendon, carving upward across the twined muscle fiber to snip each of the digitorum longus tendons, coming clean out the other side so quickly there's not a drop of blood on the thin edge of its veiny pulsating surface. Now, add a romantic overlay: a table set for two in the steelhold of a cargo ship bobbing through the Gulf of Aden, the syphilitic third mate serving both as your sommelier--you're drinking what, exactly?--and the evening's entertainment, perverted strains of Water Music played from his salt-air soaked viola. Now, combine the two: your erotic footsie encounter.