WWMD: WWMD?
I have to make a relatively benign and insignificant decision. I have already invested significantly more time and effort into examining this question than the matter rightly deserves. Now, however, I am inclined to write an exhaustive, hyper-analytical account of this personal qualm, post in on the internet and invite the counsel of scores people with whom I share a discreet recereational interest. The problem is, I am afraid that if I do so, I will be revealed as a whiny, overdramatic narcissist. I am also deeply concerned that some of these people with whom I share the discreet recreational interest may mock or ridicule the object of my toil and use it as an opportunity to request that I divulge my collection of pornographic photographs of my family members.
So, WWMD: WWMD?
I should want to cook him a simple meal, but I shouldn't want to cut into him, to tear the flesh, to wear the flesh, to be born unto new worlds where his flesh becomes my key.
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