Thursday, March 18, 2010

Ozymandias jeans

I tore through the upper leg of my jeans while biking. My thighs are just so vigorous and powerful that no pants can contain them. A crotch-proximal patch attracts awkward attention, so I hereby lay to rest another pair of jeans, slain by the sheer muscle (and surrounding fat) of my legs.

I am Lila, Destroyer of Jeans;
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!

(Apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley.)

This post's theme word: eschatology, "the part of theology concerned with death, judgement, and the final destiny of the soul and of humankind."

1 comment:

Hala Iqbal said...

mine always tear at the knees from uh, face plants in the middle of the street. no joke, this has happened thrice in the past 12 months.