Analog Sentiment in the Digital Age
They had me and they knew it. I knew it. Time to pay the piper. Time to pay Paul, Peter's robbery long forgotten. My lesson to learn: spend their money and lose a finger.
I knew the risk when they so generously offered me their money, interest compounded minutely (not in small amounts, but in time).
They had the courtesy to allow me to choose which finger I announced was worth losing. It didn't take a lot of thought.
I needed my thumbs to hitchhike with my lover.
I needed my index finger to please my lover.
I needed my ring finger to flaunt my love for my lover.
I needed my pinky to swear undying love to my lover.
Gagged so efficiently, I couldn't name the finger. I could only show them. My gorilla released my hand and I raised it to display the middle finger, which I only needed to identify those I hated.
It's an important life statement to make. Glad I have another one.