Caustic Soda Casualties
Pick up on the minor details? Are you kidding? Is there
really belief in what he's thinking or feeling? Now that
the wind has been sucked from those sails, he'll be
drifting again . . . saving the soul is never part of the
plan. Justify every mistake made. Falling like a klutz,
breaking a few hearts along the way. "There might be a
fewties that I'll have to sever. But what will it matter?
It won't be anything that will cause me too much pain.
"THERE"S NOTHING MORE WE CAN DO FOR YOU". There's a
psychological factor lurking somewhere deep, dark and
foreboding . . . somewhere beneath it all. A dark
relentless force. How can this relationship withstand it?
We're spiralling faster than we've ever gone before. You
were there for what seemed like a second. Please. Don't
give it a second thought. I'm sorry. Theres nothing more
we can do for you. You're in a sad, old story, a quest
for glory where casualties don't mean anything at all.
