I can't do this, I truly can't at all, it's unbearable and I won't continue to subject myself ot it. Take a different route to the same end; take a less hurtful one.
I'd rather be lacking something and lying a little than a more accidental Gigot de La Peyronie-esque experiment like in the book in the cold...
You know, it's hard to say I know what I'm talking about per se (a dangerous expression), but I do know what I mean.
It may not feel right, but it doesn't hurt nearly as much, and that should make it fair. Like we say "All is fair in love and war", among other things. The deeper you get into a hole, the darker it is, and that's not just a sem-flagrant or crass analogy. Also, karmic retribution's now a joke in a "game" (reference you'd have to live inside my head and/or be my bestfriend and/or star on law and order cirminal intent to understand) where 'the pain the pain the pain' is passed back and forth exceeding basic interpretation of cosmic moral control...I mean. Okay, no one's getting/feeling this. I'm sort of glad though. Did you see the way she looked at me? But did you see the way I looked at (the) words? It's a wreck, and I'm subconsciously making sure I won't survive long enough to see the Giligan rescue...I need a cigarette or fifteen.
And you know what else? The Actor's Studio is so serious and dramatic it's enough to make you crazy. Notez l'exemple. ^
If you knew for even a second, if you thought once about how the vaguest idea of these things effects you form the other side, I wouldn't for a moment believe you cared about me at all. Destruct mode says I'll make you understand because I won't wait until there's a foriegn little girl for sense to be made... I would like a beer right now. Beer does help. Now I get it! Haha.