Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit? Now that you're here, you might as well sit back and listen, you wouldn't be here if you didn't care to listen now, would you? What's it going to be then, eh?
why so serious?
is it because you feel that you are flawed? that the simple line that divides your life from your demise is simply that, a simple line? sad realization, not that it helps, ya know, and a very poor choice of words to define this, this.. continuum if you ask me, ya know, but then again...
it's all part of the plan.
the only thing is, you can't do anything about it, no matter how hard you try or try or even try harder, it's pointless ya see, YOU know you're gonna break at some point, everyone does, and that's what you're so afraid of. And ya know what's scarier and what makes it even more fun than it already is?
you won't know when it'll hit you.
do you really think you can make a difference, that you're little "plans" and group therapy sessions in broad daylight can in any tiny way influence the happenings in the dark night? that's nice.. atleast u got a thing going on there.. but you see.. that's the point thats pointless... there is no point in chasing a car if you're just a dog who likes to do just that, chase cars..
you wouldn't know what to do with it.
you see, initiative comes to thems that wait. and i'm not very good at that. look.. does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? is a man who chooses to be bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him? when a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man.
what if you did this.. jus think about it... you steal a lollypop from a kid, and then you show it to him and pretend to give it back, but you don't, see... you break it and then watch him break, but you don't let him break either, see... you fix it back and you give it to him, and this time, you throw it away and tell him that he deserved better than what he had. and once this little dandy plan is done, you think about your actions, and the actions behind your actions, and you think about the reasons and motives and thoughts and purposes and every other details in your perfect little 'plan', about the taking and the faking, and the stealing and the revealing, and think and think and think why o why o why!
what you will feel and experience then will be the scariest and darkest experience you'd have ever wanted to cross lines with, it will break you and take you, one block at a time, and by the time it's all over, you'll crumble and fall like a stack of rotten christmas cookies. it's pure chaos, and you know the thing about chaos..
it's bare.