Well, I got fed with the wrong tea two days ago. Leaving me with an incredible case of diarrhea. Was peppermint red tea that much of a laxative?
Truth be told though, going to the toilet 7 times in one day is no joke. On the same note, something else struck me two days ago and it struck me so hard.
I havn't gotten over the fact that it did happen, but two things are for sure:
1)I would never forget the angst he caused
2)I will not be telling my friends what happened until I'm ready to let it out.
Oh what waffling about I'm doing. Saying that SOMETHING was done by SOMEONE but not disclosing what it was.
But something of this magnitude, this gravity, is not so easily digested. Perhaps the venom hasn't seeped in yet. I choose to think of myself as a viper.
Why a viper? Not in terms of symbolic representation- that which is deception- but as a true representation of what I can be.
A viper, small and mostly camouflaged in the eyes of a society that walks blindly.
A viper means no harm unless it is cornered or threathened. Just like any other venomous snake.
Yet if one chooses to go to far, expect to be bitten; expect to feel pain. Much pain. Go too far and perhaps maybe, expect to die as well.
I am that viper..You could call me Copperhead too if you want. I have no intention of harm unless you drive me that far. Cross my path and I WILL bite. And when I do, expect to suffer for it.
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Friday, July 07, 2006
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