Hahahaha so Brent and I have been talking on SMS and email since Monday... We were supposed to have lunch with Biggie, Che, Eugene and Peter at Vanessa's workplace (she works at the food level of the GPO)... Anyways we obviously talk about cars lots seeying he's rebuilding his car AKA the Gypsie coz of the curse that follows it! It's blown 5 motors and has been running for 18 months of the years that Brent has owned it hahaha. With the stuff going into his car I've told him that it's more beast than machine now hahaha How funny because the thing pretty much contains his blood seeing how much it cuts him everytime he puts his hands to it...
Odd isn't it, how our car's become like our own... Made up metaphorically and to a degree, literally with our own blood, sweat and tears... It's not dissimilar to the dragon from Beowulf... Half man... Half Angelina Jolie (grins)... They certainly are entities of the Netherwold... Succubii who drain us of our blood, wild beasts who prey on our flesh, oh how many a knuckle skin I have lost to the preying of my Netherworld mistress... The Gypsie must be satisfied by constant blood offerings, vampires by the trickling of our blood, beasts by the quiver of our flesh... My beast demands my sick love and affection, my undivided attention, sadistic and twisted, much like Akito Sohma... They suck our life essence and eat us out of house, home and sanity leaving us a writhing mess of defeated men... Alas, we'll always come crawling back to this place... For want of such a wild and seductive world...
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