2 May 2012
I can't keep secrets. I prefer to let them loose... Then walk away with haste. Leaving behind a bitter taste. Selfish, I know... But oh, does it feel good!
So, allow me to impart my philosophy by way of a little poetry:
Secrets are like dynamite. Drop one down and set it alight. Get the hell outta there real fast or you'll be caught up in the blast.
A lot like twisted throwing knives. Sharp as a tongue when taking lives. But careful how you handle the blade or cut yourself on the tempers frayed.
The Philosophy Of Someone Who Can't Keep A Secret • Opuss № I