Thee Good Olde Daze

When it's on fire, will you grab the ragged broken sides and pull yourself up and out of the window? So many here don't even need a reason to: grab glass, and squeeze. Maybe a little bleeding. Isn't all bad. But don't. Please. I know it feels better baby, but it isn't by the way. There is no substitute for hugs, someone lightly stroking, your forehead, just because they care about you; dearness is not a crime! Why then do 'feelings and emotions' have an APB (All Points Belay) [Belay? Fuck that! I'm rappeling my ass outta here.] out for their glock cheesed chests or a passle of polyester kneed non-licensed chiropracty, when you could take them down and with no fuss,
just by calling it 'some faggot shit'? Like all the times before.