Walking The Talk...

With his ego larger than life, he strolls into the lobby. Of course, he is the King of the World... Is it envy that makes me wish one day that smug look will be wiped from his face? Or is it just pure simple hatred?

I remember hating the feeling of being a fish in the tank, or being in the lift with Grace with big hair. But I don't remember what was the last thing that made me so utterly choked-breath, flame-eyed when it comes to the G's and the cocks.

Ignore the figurative and whimsical rhetoric of a musing fuming woman scorned fury. I don't think anyone knew exactly what happened.