The constants are massing. Those conquered, invasive runts.  They’re winding tight around the walls. Lower your voice… I think Anxiety is taking issue. Oh it’s been too long. Let’s hear the fable about the barbed wire and the soft tissue. We’ve been cornered and there’s no more room for retracting. Pull that filth from beneath your skin. Kiss goodbye that honeymoon coma and open your eyes. It’s been far too long. Do they really deserve this ill-repute? Well of course not. They’re all well intentioned… and date-rape is a gentleman’s pursuit. So man the defences. Lest we be overrun. Happiness might as well be a loaded gun. Celebrate. Open your arms to this charnel house parade. Let the turbulence remain. Oh baby Celebrate.  Devour us. Abandon all hope to carnal lust. Deny your finger prints and take to the streets. On all sides we are besieged. A parody ad nauseam. The crowning jewel of your glamour is the play thing of fiends. Let’s be honest. Everybody knows that the party ain’t begun until this facade cowers beneath a binding ring. Dearest I regret to inform you that this engagement is ripe. We’ll be sacrificing you to buy the rest of us some time.