so many are wishing the frosting on their cake was white instead of pink.

its that simple.

we smush and fold our lives like oragami amateurs in these vapid attempts to get circumstances to appear as we expect them.

they don't. they won't. sometimes they'll seem to... but then we slide back down the crease of the colored paper and wonder how our swan ended up looking like an airplane. and then we have the unmitigated gall to whine and cry about it. LIKE WE'RE SOMEHOW ENTITLED TO SWANS!!!

the truth is that the swan is just an angry goose with a crooked neck.

we won't find what we need in a stranger's kiss... or a bottle... or in embracing what we think is "US" as we collide with our dreams and our feelings and the fears our parents taught us.

It is not the circumstance of our living, not even our actions or our precious snowflake emotions that bring us happiness and suffering.

and therefore none fo these things will free us from them.

NONE!

shhhh... there's another opportunity to put a drink or two away.... another chance to orgasm on the vibrator of our desires... another time or place to glutton on senses and INPUT! like swine at the feeding bin we stick our necks out and chomp chomp chomp on our shit. On the dead! on our own acrid, wasted flesh.

and dive headlong into what pains us.

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