Moth on Fire

Like moths to a flame
Johnny Hobson walks in shame
the streets of New York
Feels like such a dork
the girl he drove up to see
wanted none of what he was selling
she sent him off, telling
him that she knows what its like...
but she's just not into him,
as much as he is into her.
moth on fire!
moth on fire!
can't satisfy his desire
Half moth, Half flame, All man.

-Drew Meschter


The metaphor of Moth to John
Although not written in metaphorical form to that of the behavior of John,  it is quite enlightening (horrible pun, I know)   if read as allegory.  Additionally, please think if this person wrote it not metaphorically but completely literal, now that's some scary shit.
Allegory  


'The Blake'
2 parts Gin
3 parts Cranberry Juice
make it Dirty - add two cheese puff or one Doritos chip (regular flavor)


Many thanks to Jourdan Frain


NOTE: if not in the mood for "a dirty Blake" eschew the cheese puffs and Doritos for a splash of Orange Juice and you will have what some wanker named the Wine Duchess calls a "Chase Manhattan" (gay name).  Additionally there are many other fine Gin/Cranberry/ 'Other" cocktails of choice.  Click Here

10 staples

4. Remember how long thou hast been putting off these things, and how often thou hast received an opportunity from the gods,and yet dost not use it.  Thou must now at last perceive of what universe thou art a part, and of what administrator of the universe thy existence is an efflux, and that a limit of time is fixed for thee, which if thou dost not use for clearing away the clouds from thy mind, it will go and thou wilt go, and it will never return.  -Marcus Aurelius

As I was receiving the sixth or seventh staple to the back of my head, I became resolute.  Resolute to not leave the world with too many more 'what ifs', there is no longer anymore time to put off, there is no longer any more room in my life  to be afraid of uncertainty, to be afraid to act upon conviction. then I passed out from a combination of local anesthetics, the goodness of a banana bag coursing though my intravenous system, and that particularly numbing brown out exhaustion that comes with one too many cigarettes combines with long island ice teas (hold the ice tea).

I AM MINE

ef·flux  (flks)

n.

1. A flowing outward.

2. Something that flows out or forth; an effluence.

3. A passing or an expiration, as of time.