spite alert

not one to imbibe diabolical guises from the people within the cultural faction, i always cringe when i'm a witness to incomprehensible temper. not that i'm immune to random splurge of anger. quite the contrary, as i used to be quite the glass-thrower in my not so long- ago youth. but then i got older and decided to shed off my harrowing blaze of immaturity. however potent exposures to lethal looks and chilling animosities and sarcasms deflate the vitality of the most charming of dispositions. it's not as if the couple of cruella de villes are well-versed in the topic of discourse or recondite in all subjects and very articulate in the discussion of the fine points of baader meinhoff complex or the surreal images of waltz with bashir or can namedrop russian authors. but despite the engaging beauty of their images, they're still able to forge friendship amongst the status quo and mingle in the same very limited circle we all circumnavigate.