She's still hot...
Never saw flashpoint, maybe I'll google what it was about later.
I just broke up with the 29 year old therapist because of some shit that gave me flashbacks to my last singular relationship. She's begging me to talk to her and I'm of many minds about whether I should or not. The 21 yr old that left me didn't give me any closure, should I now pay that wickedness forward or should I rise above it? If this was a movie you'd choose rise above it, and I think that's going to happen but I feel the pull of the other ley line as well. The one where I don't say anything and let her fade out of my existence as was done to me. See I'm not just banging these girls. I care about all of them. I have different personalities with a lot of them, like the many incarnations of godhead I lavish my presence upon them. Or maybe I'm bat shit crazy, we're all just tiny specks in an ever expanding universe. Who cares if you like Tom Hiddleston or not, if your debit card is scratched and won't run through a scanner, or whether I ever talk to this emotionally fractured red head again. Nothing matters, nothing at all...now throw yourself from the top of a building in entropic despair, or don't. It won't matter either way...
is one way to look at it.
OR....
YOU CAN JUST KEEP ON FUCKING! AND FUCKING! AND FUCKING! AND FUCKING! THRUSTING AND SLAMMING YOUR PENIS INTO EVERY LAST LIVING THING! IN THE HOPES THAT ONE DAY SOMEWHERE, BILLIONS OF YEARS FROM NOW, SOME BEING WROUGHT FROM YOUR SPLOOGE EONS AGO WILL FINALLY RISE UP THE EVOLUTIONARY LADDER HIGH ENOUGH TO PULL BACK THE VEIL OF INFINITE MYSTERY, THROW DOWN THE POWERS THAT BE AND RULE THE MULTIVERSE WITH AN IRON DONG!
(Actually the dong will probably be made of some unknown material infinitely harder than iron but you know what I'm saying.)