a failed pretzel.

i used to like pretzels. i still do like them. but i used to like them with a respect for them. that respect no longer dwells in my stomach. earlier this used-to-be-fine evening, my hand contained a handful of pretzels. i had gloves on because my hands were gloved. it was cold outside. those pretzels didnt stay in my hand. they have failed me. as i watched those salty pieces of grub slip...and fall onto the cold stone ground, ...man this is dum. i dont feel like talking about these stupid pretzels any longer. ill just continue my life killing as many as possible. im out.