Kerosene Meet Zippo

I’M PETITIONING FOR A “DO-THE-PHÄCK-OVER”

Despite Professing My Loving Monday Yesterday …

It’s All On Me.  Giving Permission In Submission.  Honoring The High Priestess Of Soul-Noshing Insolence.

“I Allowed It – And – Her To Get To Me.”

… Surely, A Cure For Autosarcophagy – Self Cannibalism – Must Be Close.

 

HER, SHE

Well, There She Is … 

“A Dented Can Of Kerosene And A Double Flick-Flick Of A Zippo Lighter Away From Burning My Soul To Smithereens.”

Prefaced By A Short Text.  A Thorn In My iPhone.  Entitled Dagger To My Larynx.

… Six Words Shy Of Emasculation.

 

HIM, HE

That Guy Will Be Me Someday … 

Taking Back What He Owns, Reclaiming His Shiny Cojones.

“The Rest Of His Mind, His Heart, His Home.”

Now’s ’bout The Time, Slim Dandy.

 

Image by Comfreak from Pixabay

15 thoughts on “Kerosene Meet Zippo

  1. Jim Borden

    I’ve never heard of the term “Autosarcophagy”. I hope you mean it in a figurative, and not literal way 🙂 And it’s always fun trying to figure out your sometimes cryptic words, but I think I knew what you were getting at in this post before I saw your translation. I wish you the best in your quest!

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