Ticks frighten me. I've never had one, but that's possibly due to the fact that I rarely leave home.
It's one thing to have my life force drained from me, as by a mosquito; but they basically use a straw. Anything crawling up my leg, into my groin,(more) burrowing into my skin, and inserting it's head into my body is far more intimate; and a little disturbing. And, there's the old story about pulling it out and the head breaks off and floats through your bloodstream until it reaches your heart and you have a heart attack and die. Yuck.
Then again, I suppose you could get the shaft any time, really. Eat your broccoli, drink all that water, take your centrum, and one day you're hiking in an area that's supposed to be tick free, and you could be struck by lightning. It happens to a couple hundred people every year. And, if you are struck by lightning, the odds of you being struck again go up. At least, that's what they say. They say it's safer to stay inside during a thunderstorm. If I stay inside I should be fine.
I have a coffee maker, so really, why would I need to go outside? I have a coffee maker and a chair and an ibook. Why leave?
Except to bring in supplies. Like coffee. I try to keep it to three cups a day. I've heard that too much caffeine can be hard on your immune system. If your immune system gets run down from too much caffeine you could get a secondary infection from the tick bite. Secondary, or primary? I suppose the bite isn't really an infection.
Darn, I'm at the end. I didn't even get to talk about the "tock". Oh, well. Maybe next time.(less)
"Tick tock, Johnny boy; it's almost showtime. Can you imagine dear Sherlock's face when he sees how I've dressed you up?"
He smirks as he tightens the vest across John's chest. John doesn't shrink back when Moriarty runs a finger down his cheek, but his stomach rolls ove(more)r in his abdomen.
Sherlock's voice echoes through the other room, bouncing off tile and water. Moriarty gives John a small push.
"Smile big for the cameras," he whispers too close to John's ear. "Make Daddy proud."
John falls back on his military training and retreats into himself. Sherlock will get him out of this, and that thought is enough to make him step in front of his best friend while strapped to semtex with the devil in his ear.(less)
Soft skin and rosy cheeks
Small waist, don’t waste
Away your youth
Tick tock chimes time
- Fear it, they say
Harsh sun and white skin
(more) Fairy Tale mandates and Fabled demands
Prostrate yourself before your idols (gods?) of perfection
Glares and piercing stares
Jealous rages and harmful remedies
Mirrored in mirrors we find
Our worst enemy
Tear down the idols (adulterous idolatry) -- or are they real?
Dull fingernails tear at flesh
Greedy fingers gouge at the soft, innocent eyes
Tear her down, cut her up
Take anything you want
She wants, I want
Raise yourself up (don’t fall down)
A goddess made of skeleton and false promises(less)
so many fucking clocks chilling in this room
three are digital
one on the laptop
one on the shitty cell
one is also a radio
and an alarm
(more) hate the ever living hell outta the alarm
what a smoky sound
so manic so desperate
two little clockfaces taken from old watches
they stopped tocking a long time ago
they don't know how long
since they're the ones who stopped ticking
and one analogue
it sits by the gear bookends
bookends that look like steampunk trash
the analogue is ancient and silver
but i always confuse it into being mint green
time fights back hard
always getting in the way
dangling hope with one hand
snatching it away with the other
keeps you waiting
searching for the prize in the cracker jacks box
(more) so you wait
because you remember the taste of glorious on a hot summer night
time teases you, gives you an electric shiver, there to remind you
everything cycles and syncs,
and when we fall into place,
we fall hard so easily(less)
"Time waits for no man"
As the saying goes.
As we move forward
It seems to me that Gilmour was right all along
"Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death"
He sang to me on a cheap pair of headphones
(more) In my bedroom, in a time long forgotten
Where I dreamed of things grander
Then the horizon outside my bedroom window.
Don't watch that clock
Time to start living
Before the best years are behind you(less)