French Fighing/French Kissing OR The French Revolution

French Fighting/French Kissing

I don't really know how to do this..but it seems to work for some. "Just don't think about it", he said...and I wondered, "How is that possible?" My fingers were sunk deep into the fleece, gripping tightly...my participation, no doubt, but a perfunctory part of the deed, as her struggle appeared over once she was on her back.
How pleasantly she gave into her fate, this chubby little lamb. The strength of my grip was mainly for myself . Just something to hang onto during the dying process.
It was Eric that actually held the knife. I am too weak to do this for myself...I ask too much from him, but he is needy also, and goes along. It is hard for me to determine whether it is self determination or self loathing that would have one turn their thoughts away from their deeds.....or have another do their deeds for them.
At any rate, regardless of motivation, the slaughter of innocence felt much more like Sin than Atonement...

In another form of Murder, of which he had already proven himself quite capable, it was Eric who again held the knife, craftily letting the air out of the buoyancy that had carried her merrily through life... But the scene was less conscience than the sheep slaughtering event, though infinitely more bloody... uh! It was a bloody mess! ....the blood finally oozing out through her hair. Internal bleeding is every bit as dangerous, and potentially mortal, as any externally inflicted wounds. What made this particular puncture insidious, was actually its particular form of delivery... Unfelt, unseen, like Hemlock..

Well, but that is only one perspective, and we all know looks are deceiving...which is partially true in this case. It could easily be said to have only been done strictly in self defense. Or ignorance! Or as some ancient form of sharing knowledge. And why not? All the silent witnesses had but one eye open, anyway. And these witnesses, are they qualified? Who's to say? And who needs them, anyway! The best way to handle any serious argument is to take your clothes off.! One garment for every insult, one for every indignant retort! How serious is it then, I ask you...standing there in your butt naked indignation! How serious is it then.....?
Only serious enough to bring about a little irrepressible smile....Good Gracious! We are so ridiculous!....that works itself into a hearty laugh. and maybe more..the Love that has always been there...
Ah, Oui! The best part of any fight....Kiss and make up...make up... mmm....wake up...