drunken bloggins 003

Delilah never did what she was told. She always was against the flow. She was not a follower. She was the arsnonist to your plans. She was your ruin. Yet still you wanted her. Your demise in her eyes, you took her hand and laid out what you saw your future to be. She, of course, obliges you with her nature. Then you go looking for another Delilah. When does the cycle end, dammit?