I ran upstairs and then into my room, ebullient by the new possibilities I was to learn from Jack. The doll that he referred to was my cannon assault action man, which, only a few weeks old had been consigned to the toy box.
What a wonderful, chiselled, generic eunuch the action man is; set out to conquer parlous feats of heroism but unable to combat the dangers of romance. I seized him and rushed back down the stairs.
Being somewhat a cloddish child missed the last remaining tread and fell face first to the floor; tears came pouring out, attempting to allay the pain, as I laid there next to my fallen plastic foe as two casualties of war.
Suddenly, I was hoisted up, leaving the action man supine on the carpet as I ascended.
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Under those harrowing circumstances, an epiphany emerged, substituting the fear. I closed my eyes, and like a pornographic picture show, I saw all the physical follies that I've stumbled upon throughout my schoolyard gawkiness; Such as a grazed knee, a cut arm, a concussion, and other wounds that made me ululate without the leniency of a pax. It was the fact that they all became scabs. This proliferative fuchsia shield was the image that I mentally picked and probed at as I was crucified. And considering that sensitive cuts can transmogrify to hard shells, began to envision a callous sanctuary within my being. Doing this gave me the will to endure Jack's abuse. But what happen next was rather strange. An incipient sense of discovery, gratification, madness and pleasure came over me, (a paroxysm) as if I opened the door to my nucleus and saw the Carina Nebula. An awakening you might say. And after a minute or so, as the pain abated; I felt alive and no longer an algophobic. I opened my eyes and peered into his like a desert morning Sehnsucht sun after the storm. And what I saw was a very subtle mirrored acceptance reflected back at me. Since that moment, hurt had become another form of affection that has supplemented me in my milquetoast
What a wonderful, chiselled, generic eunuch the action man is; set out to conquer parlous feats of heroism but unable to combat the dangers of romance. I seized him and rushed back down the stairs.
Being somewhat a cloddish child missed the last remaining tread and fell face first to the floor; tears came pouring out, attempting to allay the pain, as I laid there next to my fallen plastic foe as two casualties of war.
Suddenly, I was hoisted up, leaving the action man supine on the carpet as I ascended.
Jack held both …show more content…
Under those harrowing circumstances, an epiphany emerged, substituting the fear. I closed my eyes, and like a pornographic picture show, I saw all the physical follies that I've stumbled upon throughout my schoolyard gawkiness; Such as a grazed knee, a cut arm, a concussion, and other wounds that made me ululate without the leniency of a pax. It was the fact that they all became scabs. This proliferative fuchsia shield was the image that I mentally picked and probed at as I was crucified. And considering that sensitive cuts can transmogrify to hard shells, began to envision a callous sanctuary within my being. Doing this gave me the will to endure Jack's abuse. But what happen next was rather strange. An incipient sense of discovery, gratification, madness and pleasure came over me, (a paroxysm) as if I opened the door to my nucleus and saw the Carina Nebula. An awakening you might say. And after a minute or so, as the pain abated; I felt alive and no longer an algophobic. I opened my eyes and peered into his like a desert morning Sehnsucht sun after the storm. And what I saw was a very subtle mirrored acceptance reflected back at me. Since that moment, hurt had become another form of affection that has supplemented me in my milquetoast