Friday, December 09, 2011

Frustration.



Something happened today which made me think about my future.
The body is a frail thing.
I miss my original form.
I miss the freedom of the wondrous.
I miss, miss, miss my freedom.
I sometimes think about choice and always come to the conclusion there are no true choices.
Only the illusion of choices.
In theory I can help anyone; such a pity I did not help myself more.
But I did not know more.
I did everything I could according to what I knew and understood.
Everything I did went exactly as it should.
It all went the way it would.
Would, should, could, my pink hairy asshole.
And now what?

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