Facial Spasm's, This Is What It Sounds Like When I Cry

Kindred,

I've been asked, "What does a facial spasm feel like?". Well, then let me explain it like this...

...have you, my Guest, my dearest Kindred, ever have a leg cramp or spasm? Like maybe while asleep in the middle of the night and you fall off the bed, rolling and cussing and cursing and the poor horrified spouse comes to the rescue. Not knowing what to do, but there she is with me and for me and yours there with you and that dreadful event taking place in the calf of one's calf muscle. Like lightening strikes so suddenly,  Oh My God!

What about a foot spasm? Where and when the foot becomes all distorted and twisted and just absolutely dreadful in pain that takes the breathe away! Oh, My God.

Wait! Oh, wait! Have you my Kindred, ever have your back go into horrifying spasm's and cramps that really do take the breathe away and I remember begging God, please, God, please help me out this once and again and I'll promise to get extra angry at those jack-holes who keep fucking up my Earth Mother. Oh, God Please!

Not that I would know what these would feel like, but I bet my wife, my daughters, my mommy and sissy's and all of my friend Gurrrrrls know what menstrual cramps feel like. Well, I just?

Have you ever had such stomach cramps that you thought you were just about to shit your shorts? You know the one's. Them you get in the lower parts of your stomach that feel as if you're giving birth? Or like that scene in "Aliens". And I'm a Dude! Naw Boo, shit just don't work like that.

Now, apply these really freaking life altering spasm's, cramps, kinks, and or what-ever you wish to call them...

...and apply them fucking horrific pains to your face and imagine what you look like. So you look in the mirror. And all I can do is scream! Which is really more of a moan. Or a long and as loud as possible groan. Like this: Grrrrrrrrrrroooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!! And I cry. And cry...

...yet, do not feel the tears that fall down my cheeks.

Yes, this is what it sounds like when I cry.

Mario,
1959 to the present.

P.S. No, wait one moment. (Dammit that sounds like such a long damned time!) I'm only fifty-two, you know. Yeah, I know, but it's okay now to drop those little white lies about my age. I mean, we're in the Year 2013, right? Well, shit then! That sounds like a long damned time to me and my young ass and my biological clock click-clocks...

...click-clock, click-clock, click-clock's.