a prose
if my life was reflected in one part of my body, it would not be my shapeless non-existent ass, nor my imaginary rock hard chiselled washboard set of abs. my munted short pudgy fingers. not only cause i'm a wanker, but for many other reasons.
the opposable thumb, a step in the evolutionary ladder, the key to human success. also the finger that makes this emoticon possible on msn " (y) ", "well done".this would be God. just one munted finger, and we're able to grip objects, turn them round, shake hands (and wank). without it, we could still live, albeit with much difficulty and awkward moments (hey, could you help me open this bottle please? oh wait; no thumbs). the thumb is the strongest, but most often overlooked as a finger.
my friends and family would be my index finger. the finger used for making a number 1 sign.the finger used to point, and the one used to dig your nose. when you think you win, the finger footballers raise when they score a goal. again, when you've done something wrong, just point at someone else (someone easy to point at, like rods).
the middle finger, would be my emotions. the sheer presence of its solitary existence as someone flips you the bird is testament to its brute force and definite-ness. again, this finger is used for pleasure and pain (think about fingering a hot galz 88, then think about your grandma pointing her middle finger at you). sometimes you get too hot headed, it comes out automatically. sometimes you regret the bird you flipped. sometimes you wish God had given you [1]3 arms and [2]100000 middle fingers (and a [3]10 inch penis).
money would be my ring finger. 1st, as the marriage finger, it respresents family-to-be. without money, theres no future, no chix (unless god granted you wish 3). people worship this finger as most precious and special, a ring on it means alot. that is not only superficial and stupid, sometimes i wish i could chop mine off to show everyone how much i hate it for 2 secs everyday, then spend 23hrs59min58secs regretting.
and always last but never ever least, that girl, the seemingly non-existant one. the ghost i'm in love with. (p.s. it's vivian, in case stupid people don't figure). you told me i care about my friends more and it at times it seems like i use my index and middle finger more, but in the end, you're one whole finger. you were right: one can live without it. but without it, you would feel incomplete. say in a cool fight against godzilla, king kong, agent 47, jason bourne, a t-rex, freddy krueger, all versus. me blindfolder, gagged, with two hands and legs tied, to make it more even i use my telekinesis to destroy my pinky to help even the odds, after the fight (which i win) life goes on, without that finger. do i mourn it, laugh at my mad kungfu skillz (and also at king kong's small dick compared to mine), get on with life, get it replaced with a bionic one, grow another using cool stem cell technology (or faith healing, God ftw: God is l337)?
that is the question.
