Amputations of Luck
To the one who breaks my pelvic bone will I grant the hypocrite's wish. Such an offender does not even have to snap the greater fraction. It is never my plan to lawyer fierce appetites out of secret desire. However, I will not indulge any official story composed to illicit applause. Save that for your children and publishers. If I'm staring down a prize hunter; make me know it. Give yourself a chance. Undo the silly Windsor Knot and loosen those pricey cufflinks. I have eaten every soldier deployed by a department store. Totems of power are activated in the stomach acid of barbarity. Will a rabbit surrender his foot over an impudent look? It takes more than that charm collector. You must charge these acquisitions with a predator's decadence. No tiger has dislodged his own tooth after hearing pitiful supplication. Neither can you induce luck by special pleading. Fortune is no respecter of biography. Force it to the floor. Dismember it. If the smell of prosperity never leads to a satiating bite, put my eyes out. They are fabled to endow hour long bouts of precognition so overwhelming that a man must flee his study locking the doors behind him. For this cause it is prudent to safeguard their loose rolling. Encase them promptly lest they wander all hours of the night finding things contrary to good standing. Those who carry knives do well, but those who can pour a strong drink without neglecting the first provision do better. Sever my finger and it will point out your hidden enemies. It is not deterred by brick walls, contracts, or blood relation. My scalp is a bulwark against every wasting disease. It can reverse boils and open soars. Castrate me and your crops will never fail. Be advised that any sex organ secured in a hunt must never be plated over in gold or silver. It's prowess maintains only in a natural state. Liars are never far from ornate trinkets not understanding that life is upheld by slime and the coarseness of flesh. You can wait on the passivity of a visiting star. Fate is not without a gentle wink, but what business does a stargazer have traveling with sharpened weapons? Your ambition outweighs any coin fountain I have seen. Only a maiming superstition can sets the scales even with your lust.
