More stream of consciousness practice tonight. I won’t say whom this is about because this is, after all, a public space. I do think it’s funny that, when grasping for the first descriptors to come to mind, I happened to remember this random fact about the Titanic. I have spent a lot of time reading about the Titanic.
Slam the door and take to the hills. I must try to win. This flight will fulfill an urge to devastate opposition. I have a tendency to suffocate beneath tidal vicissitude. I taste victory in the air as I gasp for one more breath to keep me going. Face the floundering foe. Rush and tear its shields of outward-reaching corrosion. Untempered steel will turn to brittle and I have been crafted to survive. This will be the last time. FIGHT ME!