Friday, October 21, 2011
I am begging you and begging you, to try, just try, to swim to the bottom of me. I can quote you Plato, and I can quote you Hank. I can beat you at poker, and I can beat you at scrabble. I can hum Beethoven, and I can hum Britney. I can play the violin, and I can play the fiddle. I can make you think, and I can make you sweat. You will never reach the bottom of my depth, no matter how you swim. The deeper you go, the more like Hell it will look. So turn up the heat bit by bit until I boil: I have no place else to be.