It feels good to know the score, even if the odds are against you. I mean, today I was working on a freelance project… Even though I knew the money was not stellar, that act of creating, moving about in my own room, and with the music on, knowing I would get paid for these movements, that it added towards sustenance, it was something. On some show they killed some snakes on some island and used some of the meat to try and lure some sharks, but it was really nothing, nothing but snakes looking gnarly without their heads and the blood on their frayed necks. Made me sad.
It’s hard living. Hard killing. Hard eating what you’ve killed. You gotta sharpen your skills in this world or it will skillfully disembowel you. You gotta have your wits about you. You say, “I wanna die. I wanna die right now…” overwhelmed, well, the panes may start to come down, and before you know it, you’ll be replaced. Before your time.
it’s hard knowing
you read this
you must be intense