So I have herpes. Not real genital herpes, obviously, but an emotional herpes. Herpes of the heart, if you will. This is because I always have it, dormant, inside me. There is no cure, it can be painful sometimes when it flairs up, and all I can do is treat the symptoms. It's just something I guess I have to live with.
But even then it's really more like a wild beast. what kind of beast you ask? Well I'm not really sure. Could be something boring like a bear or a wolf, or it could be something awesome like a hydra or a manticore or a giant saber-tooth moose-lion. Regardless of the beast, it is starving. Starving and chained up, because I don't really want that shit getting loose. the chain is really old and shitty though, so really it could break out whenever it wanted as long as it gets something to eat. Problem is no one really wants to feed it. Whether that is because my beastie friend is ugly or scary or intimidating, I dont really know. But it could make a really great pet if you groom it and tame it and take it for walks and feed it on a regular bases and maybe house-train it.
So there you go. My emotional starving beast. My herpes of the heart. My metaphor stew.
Shit that was like three layers.
Now. Back to Borderlands.
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