Stupidest

Sigh...

There are times when I really regret the stupid shit I do. Times when all I can do is think, "Really? Fucking really? Did you just do that?" Cutting off my index fingers was one of those times. Now the table is all messy and my glasses are fogging up. Spurt spurt, splish splash. Dry drool, crust enacted Christ. I can almost feel them still there. What will happen to my talents? My middle finger will become heightened in ego. It's already started. It's swelling with newly grasped importance and feeble rage through pain. I point at someone and it's a fucking malediction. Alas and alack!