She has a particular gait

and I just stare at her legs.

When she walks, she is perhaps aware

of the awkwardness of her stance;

She is perhaps just thinking about her day,

And I'm still staring at her legs.

I'm not a monster, 

but I should acknowledge myself

...

When I hear other couples kissing,

for me to listen any further

then it's my sickness listening.

I'm not a monster,

but I should acknowledge myself

...

Interestingly, the girl with the gait keeps staring at the kissing couple—those kissers.  Maybe she's as annoyed as I am, and I think that's normal. The couple is really young, I think.  Maybe I shouldn't be at such a romantic park.  There's a fat couple enjoying their time together as well.  All I can hear around me is the sound of wet lips consuming each other like playtime would consume me.  It still will if I let it.  If it's not dead, then it's definately a demon.  If every couple I see is her with someone else, then there's something wrong with my head.

Nice, finally a decent couple with a small child. They passed through my cigarette smoke.

I'm not monster

I just need to clear the air.

Essentially, all I gotta do is change the term to babeaholic, and the reading is smooth sailing.  I make cute little notes accordingly.

I'm really proud of what my black hole has turned into; I may just wash of my hands of this.  I'm not going to check my stats anymore, I'm just going to keep writing.  Anything else is me trying to control things, or feed off emotions and sensations.  It's insanity.