Whenever I’m moving forward, there comes [element] and pwns me - fubars me completely (I’m fucked up beyond all recognition), usually emotionally. The element of pwnage can be anything: a word, a sentence, a look, a turn in weather, a page unwritten, a poem unmeasured, a grudge I hold all beyond eternity, people suffering - and WAY too many people being born! … I mean, just about anything and everything is waiting to fuck me from behind! (STOP now! Don’t tell me! I know you too are waiting!) It is constantly hammer time crushing my head from the inside. If only my head would be emptied afterward.
When the fuck do I get to be queen!?