When the moment grabs you

...don't you dare play hard to get! It's _the_ moment, AKA Godot, and you only know of it because you wait for it. If some odd, serendipitous confluence has caused it to intersect your timeline then, the laws of Physics be damned, just make room for it in your space-time and hang on to it for dear life.

Yes, it's here and now... and no, you vain fool, it wasn't looking for you. You were the one waiting, remember? Because that's all that you could scare up: draining, debilitating, unmoving patience. A sham of a virtue, raised to the desiccated level where possibilities become sterile.

Happenstance being your only hope, submit to this one as if death had been rendered extinct by rampant constancy. It is your only chance to live, to thrive, to be consumed to your very core, to ravenously craft your exquisite ruin.

obstreperous

That's the word that came to mind as I began trying out this self-consciously named lifestream app. Yes, you-who-know-me, that's not me, but that is what my subconscious unconsciously wants me to be.

qqotd: sacerdotal, Sapphic, pied-à-terre, flagitious

It was the Catholic Church's mishandling and cover-ups of the scandals that he felt was the most flagitious of the sordid goings on, and it soured his sacerdotal aspirations, leaving him bereft of his sole source of solace after he learned that his wife had been exploring her Sapphic desires at their beach-side pied-à-terre without ever offering to let him watch.

Cross-posted: QuadrivialQuandary.com