Life Is A Hurdle And

Capitalism Does What It Does And Money Doesn't Belong To Anybody. It Just Stays In Someone's Wallet For A While, Then It Goes Somewhere Else. It Always Goes Somewhere And It Is Always About To Go Somewhere.

I Have Come To The Conclusion That It's A Waste Of Time To Have Too Much Pride In Anything. Perhaps It's Good To Have A Sense Of Duty, A Jealous Zeal To Protect Or Improve, But Pride Ultimately Is Only That Which Stands Vulnerable To Offense And Degradation.

It Is Just That I Don't Want A Wife And I Don't Want Kids.

I Have Lived In Public As A Somewhat Recognizable Person Since I Was A Teenager. Emails I Answer End Up Posted On Sites; Pictures Of Me And Someone I Just Met, Taken By A Cellphone, Literally Number In The Thousands And Are Easily Accessed.

She Touches Me The Jungle Lights Up With Incinerating Fire Looks Like A Flaming Serpent I Look Into Her Eyes I See A Movie Flickering Car Crashes People Kicking Corpses Men Ripping Their Tracheas Out And Shaking Them At The Sky I Think To Myself: I Don’t Want To Survive This One I Want To Burn Up In The Wreckage Cooking Flesh In The Jungle