Heart Candy

I can not be harmed. You should know that by now. Ask a neighbor if my confession too closely mirrors the dimensions of a boast. They will tell you I am past wounding. In fact, there is a suspension bridge made from the bones and sinew of those that have thought otherwise. It swings when the weather is nasty. The weight capacity is less of a hard number and more of a spiritual trial. It helps to be unburdened. Crueder tastes have called it participatory art. I suppose that type of creative endeavor is able to encompass the thrill of deadly spills and triumphant crossings alike. Apprehension can often best a compass or flashlight. Repairs have been put off for some time. The courageous are temporarily at a disadvantage. However, none should fret seeing that any offense crafted in opposition to my peace becomes a handy opportunity to reinforce its structural integrity. The bridge does not see another winter season without the generous contribution of ill tempered parts. Many churlish candidates surround me, almost to the point of solicitation. The matter of who to disassemble is not a light matter. Certain personality types ensure an even distribution of force. Oh my clever little spider. You learned how to catch a fly by spinning your web wider. A whip is a terror to the horse, but an arm cramp to the rider. Everyone knows about your cherished prince, should we cheers you with sparkling apple cider? When have I become such a threat that my agitators seek to bore me to death? Defensiveness wears poorly. It has no buttons to be undone. There is no give to that kind of fabric. It's rather starchy and full of pockets for lingering hurts. One should never jingle when he or she walks. Empty yourself of useless effects. They will only make the type of noise that captures my attention. Trust me when I say you don't want to be heard by me. I am in a tinkering mood. Can you picture a bone gazebo in your mind's eye? I can, so make sure I am affectionate toward you in order to prevent those blue prints.