Snifters and grifters

You know the need is about to reach a crescendo when a flight  attendants innocent genuflected invitation to pass is seen as an invitation to mount. You know that the need is becoming an irrational beast and needs to be put down like a dog that has developed a taste for it's masters blood. The self destructive, self harming, reckless nature of this beast deserves attention and insight, but by it's very nature is manipulative and crafty. The squinty moist eye of this creature has only one thing in mind. The hunger. The thirst. The unchained, freed incarnation of it is seldom seen, but when it is sighted, and tamed, it's power is palpable. It pulses with an unidentifiable earthy aura that it's lessors meekly succumb to. Captive and tyrant alike.

Like many of natures most endearing creations, this edge has two equally bloody curves. The first seduces, entices and enthralls with temptations and sensations of physical transcend ace. The consequences, however, like the cold hard light of day, reveal the brutal truth of reality.

And like most of mans mistakes, the suggested follys of his inn voice are doomed to be repeated.

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