My Pet Wolf Spider...

Lookie at the spider I caught awhile back and had for about a week. Isn't he a dandy?
A very nice wolf spider. I've seen alot of people posting pictures and videos of what they claim/think are wolf spiders, but are usually smaller. I think some weaker distant cousin. Anyhoo, mine was named Milton.
I liked him so, but it was a pain to feed him, and I wasn't even sure he was actually feeding. I didn't want to be the death of him, so I let him go out in some field behind the edge of town Dollar General. Hope he's humping it up. I would've liked to keep him, but it would've been a serious hassle.
Let's see, what else?
Saw Dawn of the Planet of the Apes. That was a mouthful. I liked it, but a few things were utter silliness.
Tired now. I thought I'd have more, but maybe it is better saved for tomorrow. I will attempt a return in the morrow...
But, then again, you know me.
I do when I do, how I do it no one knows...
Not even me.
Mayhaps I will await the return of Milton, possibly with a second aquarium to call his own. Meal worms will flow like wine...

Cripple Nipple and the Problematic Protuberances...

So I'm incognito once again, the stalk begins anew.
Or doesn't...
I will only say things that used to openly cause the heart to wince no longer do so. It is now only a distant sadness, a weak signal that still comes in from time to time to time...
You do go through all the stages of grief when someone is "lost" in space. Lies tell you that nothing was real, that you are obviously not worth the palpitations necessary to keep the burn burning. At some point you want answers to those queries, to know what was behind all those other doors. Eventually, you realize that you would never believe your eyes, ears, and whatever organ decides to get involved.
I'm going to get such a great fucking workout today. I want to punish, and grunt, and send spittle high flying into the air around me. And I want to froth...
A trip down mammary lane, a short jaunt along the cracks of mein own fragmented ticker...
One should never partaketh of these things. The last piece of old pavement to smack me in the back of the head took 16 years to boomerang, once again, into the picture. Reviewing, I believed none of the hype. Yeah, yeah...
Never gave up the goat, did you?
Always pined, regardless of the funjinx "endured" for the sake of keeping up appearances.
Facade and cryptic lipshit.
I miss things sometimes. Substitution can be tricky, and I'm finicky as fuck.
I'd love to rock the IDOL lifestyle. It's probably part act, but I could keep things purely physical, and never give more than a few teaspoons full of who gives a shit.
Wonder if he throbs for his ex, Perri.
Do we all have a great white buffalo?
Were I to saddle it up again, would I dig heels in crueler than before?
In the end, there would be no reprieve. I would suck it dry until it turns to dust and blows away, as if it had never happened in the first place. Nothing makes it better. There is no medicine for some things. There is only falling...
There is only the occasionally maddening itch of a remembered limb no longer thurr...