--   O M D

--   D

Its G

O M  G

--   Dont think so . . . is it . . why do I think O M D

--   Beats the hell out of me

Its Oh My God

--   Thats it  Youve cleared it up

O M D wouldnt be Oh My God

--   No

Its not

--   But then I dont use acronyms much  And therein lies my obvious  oblivious confusion . . . O O C

--   Obvious confusion  as if theres something to be confused about

--   Ive slipped all those social media traps  Im out of the loop when it comes to its nowhere nomenclature 

Its exceptional when O M D crosses my mind  Very likely Im just taunting all the crap ricocheting around me
the iThese  iThose  iSaturated  iInebriated

When is someone going to drive a wooden stake through its heart cut off its head toss its body into a fiftyfive gallon oil drum and light the beast on fire

iImmolate

                                                

--   A little too ferocious for my tastes

 

--   O M D  You have to admit it piques whets your appetite

Its salacious

My ferocity checkmates your hardon 

Already youve a trove of electronicViagra  ingested  or wrapped in

Somehow I see you attracted to women adorned in pulsating tropic-coloured LED ribbons and loops scented with atomised pina colada and clutching offering you handfuls of swollen augmented breasts

They dont care their nipples have no feelings  They look fantastic!

--   I think youve thought about this a little bit too much

--   No  Not really

Its more like dipping into a deep cistern filled with water sifted through the earth for thousands of years

Quaffing at cold collective unconsciousness

Once upon a time called common sense

 

To me this all reeks of distemper

O M D

  

--   Okay

Ill bite

--   Oh My Dog

A little slapstick huh

--   A little

--   And thats as good as it gets should anyone count on me becoming immersed or self-flagellation

Move it along please

Aint no baptism here

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