Adam the conqueror!
It hurts very bad to be Adam. When a bad word comes out of his girlfriend's mouth, it feels like a punch in the stomach. First it's a small burst, then a ka pow and then it's a slow journey through the rib cage and right into the heart. Here, the bad word lands right in the middle of the heart to dispense small electrical pulses that goes down to the spine. Spine chilling. And this is how he felt most days a mean word came out of his girlfriends mouth.
But today was not a day like that. Today was the day he took a deep breath a fire burnt very fast right through his chest and straight to the pinks of the cheeks of his face. And then the usual happened, some of the anger on it's journey dripped into the mouth and set the tongue wagging.
And off he went in a tirade of smoke and fire, bringing up the past and the present. In a furore of emotion, at his girlfriend's insolence, he grabbed the arm of a very hot kettle and threw it on her head.
And Jane felt a meteor, a single deadly hit, like the bulls eye of a dart board, hit the top of her head. And all over, poured the very hot water, burning, sending the very shingles of the cells of her skin on fire.
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA RRRRR RRRR RRR RR R she shouted and ended with a big fat tear and a sharp inhale of breath followed by a whimper denoting the fine end of a very loud scream.
She fell to the floor and kept crying, watching the skin on hands and legs peel off.
At last, thought Adam, I'll never feel the hurt again!
And so the worm thought of the apple, I love thee
And the apple thought of the worm: I feel so loved
And we all thought of them: "And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy."
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O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy : The Sick Rose by William Blake
But today was not a day like that. Today was the day he took a deep breath a fire burnt very fast right through his chest and straight to the pinks of the cheeks of his face. And then the usual happened, some of the anger on it's journey dripped into the mouth and set the tongue wagging.
And off he went in a tirade of smoke and fire, bringing up the past and the present. In a furore of emotion, at his girlfriend's insolence, he grabbed the arm of a very hot kettle and threw it on her head.
And Jane felt a meteor, a single deadly hit, like the bulls eye of a dart board, hit the top of her head. And all over, poured the very hot water, burning, sending the very shingles of the cells of her skin on fire.
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA RRRRR RRRR RRR RR R she shouted and ended with a big fat tear and a sharp inhale of breath followed by a whimper denoting the fine end of a very loud scream.
She fell to the floor and kept crying, watching the skin on hands and legs peel off.
At last, thought Adam, I'll never feel the hurt again!
And so the worm thought of the apple, I love thee
And the apple thought of the worm: I feel so loved
And we all thought of them: "And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy."
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O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy : The Sick Rose by William Blake
Comments
In this case I say The first time Adam had a chance, he laid the blame on women.