Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of a pair of vixens
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of Divas
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

- William Ernest Henley, Invictus, adapted


Well, okay, I winced. And cried aloud. And begged. And pleaded.

It was great.

-- Hulles

5 comments:

Kristen Painter said...

10 points for general entertainment. (The Russian judge wanted to give you a six, but I backhanded her and sent her to wax the caterpillar giving birth on her upper lip.)

cK said...

There once was a Hulles from Nantucket...

Hulles said...

Kristen, thanks for the 10, and thanks more for the violent suppression of dissenting opinions in this matter. A good backhand is worth a thousand words, I've always said.

cK, don't finish it, please...

La Espia T. said...

Sounds kinky. ;)

Hulles said...

Hiya, T., nice to see you! As far as kinky, you should read the previous post and the comments on the post before that. There are naughty naughty girls out there.