When I'm strong,
I walk around in my soft blue tshirt, black jeans, and
grey sunglasses and
feel the winter's air on my skin,
and I feel so powerful
I want to punch a building
and turn it into rubble.
But when I'm weak,
lying on my back, alone
with a swollen testicle the size of a golf ball
and pain,
I feel helpless and scared
of my strength failing me
(and so much depends on that),
and of dying of a creeping disease,
and that is not my idea of dying at all
(I want to die in a car crash).
I find it hilarious though:
being fucked by my own testicles
(that joke made my testicles hurt as i was shaking with laughter).