User blog comment:Refreshing Demise/Let's All Make a Pasta!/@comment-25021327-20140710230956

She was immense beyond comprehension, yet was perceivable in fleeting, futile glimpses best described as "Ideas." A hot frenzy of passion and imminent regret, leaving such predictable chaos and ruin in its wake, I knew that into what I was entering, knew the consequences, yet turned to them a blind eye. Another step nearer the glorious atrophy, my blood boiled and throbbed in my veins, and yet I felt a strange composure... I continued to ignore the aches in my neck, shoulders, loins, fingers, and calves, there was time to reflect on that later. My muscles begged for action, and I was ready to oblige.