It's crap

to take life too seriously.

But then again, I'm suspended in animation. Frozen I watch the events play out, I somehow know that I've lost before I even begin. I see myself in slow motion, a doomed motion, my lips move but there is no sound. Perhaps I should get some help but I have to pay, they say it's morally bad to buy but we pass through our lives buying and selling ourselves. So much suffering in such a little point, hard as a diamond the unbreakable core of pain glimmers cooly, beautiful isn't it? Carbonfibre lines draw around me like a shell, a dragons' scales only ugly and industrial. I bar the people safely on the other side, unable to accept intimacy as anything but a cruel joke I slip and slide and dodge, my fabulous wit spouting nonsense at an ever increasing rate. Love me, love me not?

That is the question

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