Claws

I have brand new nails. Well, actually they're my old nails but prettified with art. And somehow they feel good, and it feels good typing here like a mad hatter on my keyboard. And this is going to sound madder than the hatter but I think I've just realised that my nails give me one hell of a power trip. It's just as if they were claws, although I haven't clawed anybody's face... yet. Perhaps that is why I identify with cats so well, because they have claws, I have claws, so that makes us happy. I can talk to anybody with my nails in place, they just give this good don't-mess-with-me feeling. It happens when I'm driving too which isn't very good I suppose, although I really am road-rageless. But drumming my nails on the steering wheel... well I feel so powerful. I can go with a squeaky clean face but not without my polished arty nails. Maybe I'm something like Cruella the witch. The fact that I've always been drawn to Medusa and clairvoyants who clutch their crystal ball with long long nails; that's the dark side of me. I would love to have a haunted house where I could perhaps talk to people in a supernatural world. But then I'd probably scare the shit out of them with my odd ways. I see a lot of clawing in everyday life, and most of the clawers (not sure if the word exists) do not own long nails like I do. They dig their claws into the person they've just said a beaming hello to and tear at their flash like hyenas. So, perhaps I'm the better one here. At least I just wear my keyboard with my claws, and not other people. And since they look good, yes, I will flaunt them.