A reading from the Book of Cayennetology:
…And the mother of Kyknoord’s child did look upon him with disdain. His contentment was as thorn in her buttock and her stomach was twisted with loathing. She swore unto the Void, “I will strike down this abomination and make him writhe” and it was so. Darkness moved upon the face of Kyknoord and he ground his teeth in frustration…
To echo Olivia’s lament in 12th Night – Will it ever be thus?
My ex and I got divorced more than two and half years ago and yet she still manages to find ways to push my buttons. Man! I can’t seem to find the balance in my interaction with her: I’m either too much of a bastard or not enough of one. Kids, don’t try this at home.
In other, happier news: the reunion with Dolce was superbly pornographic. That is all.