Self-Betrayal

knew a man who’d been around the block & it’d be ok to say it--- was one of those guys that wore his ****s on his sleeve, like they’d been going out of style & he’d jump at the chance to talk about them any chance he got. not all aspects of the disgusting are so & the rule applied to him, for such pertinent information can in fact be produced by the most obviously insecure & powerless--- in showing this he said that they’d be the first to change themselves for him, that they’d curb all their dreams to offer themselves up & that like a snakecharmer he had it down flat--- he could pinpoint the moment when she would melt, he could pinpoint the time when she’d put herself on the shelf to bow to his every need & such self-betrayal was the makings of a perfect way to use anyone he saw fit in order to get just exactly what he wanted, until he was bored & then he’d cut them off & burn them, tossing them in the past, “winning’ as he saw it, every single time, because with each new experience came a way to further sharpen his seductive wit, charm & inevitable success in the hunt.