Port. Wine. Pot. Whine

She was failing miserably the criteria for leading the good life, the happy life, the right life. Everything and everything that was a distant relative of happiness and joy was very convincingly playing the male lead in the movie that was her life. She, on the contrary was playing the part of the ultimate loser, in the same movie ofcourse.
We can't all be stars in shining armor.
Men. Women. Male leads. Extra.

The number of things that were going great for her was a sum of negative one plus one. For those individuals that are unable to solve the previously stated mathematical problem the simple answer to the simple truth is zero. A circular piece of plastic tube walking about in an orderly fashion and being united with its other end to give birth to a lanky circle that looks like the number that preludes the number one spot,Nullpunkt.

In a land without fear. Where the Head is held.
She would like to walk around with her head held high in a land without fear. However, her head was attached to a face that was better held low. It was not her fault, it was a simple simple matter of genetics and heredity.
Thy is ugly. Thy offspring shallst be ugly too.
Too bad.

She was sharp, sharper than the butchers knife that slain the lamb that would feed the hungry easter guests. If the earth was the average intelligent than she was in a galaxy a billion light years away from the milky way, she was a planet that even the most promising space scientist with a completely unpronounceable name would never discover, in his lifetime or the life time of his great great great grandsons great great grandson. However, the smartest social animals are lacking in verbal communication skills that prevent them from conveying the most brilliant happenings that are ongoing in their brain thus leading them to be potatoesque.

Words. Brain. Match found.
Words. Mouth. Error.
Unsuccess.
Such is life.

Destined to a life of a ogre. I shall not stand for it Mr. Robinson.

Some stories end in happiness. But this happiness is a stereotyped sort of Happiness. What about the happiness that lies in fucking a man for a dollar.
What about that kind of happiness that you will try and protect your younger girl child against?
I was unloved then. I am not as unloved now.
They come. They see. They conquer.
They pay.

I am happy. One of them will eventually discover the subtext, the thing that you read between the lines and they will discover me.
I am not India Mr. Columbus. I am America.

Then love shall be the cup of cutting Chai I drink every evening before I go to work me love.

They were right.
All you need is love.