I apologize for not being myself as of late. It’s quite hard once the voices start and the serial killer instincts take over. But I took my medicine, as men do, and I’m almost better now. Sugar and spice is not always nice and puppy dog tails wag way too much. So I’ll slay a dragon, as heroes do, and claim my prize. Virgins are rare, so my reward will most likely be a poison apple.
But hey, I’m hungry, so I’ll bite. I’ll mop the floor of the venom she left and swear too much for all my friends. But hey as far as tainted kisses go… well I’ve said too much. A man’s wounded heart can only swallow so much pain.
So I’ll take a deep breath, know I’m being watched for signs of fair play, and move on. Walk the last mile, the hard one, because I’m tired and want to tear down lighthouses and such. And yet again, I’ve said too much, as I often do, when remembering the pain of dragon flames. JM