As we grow older and our erections get softer, you realise that life is, in fact, Mother Nature on her period. The year changes, but the days repeat; Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and again and again, like sex in monogamy. Life repeats, time goes on and only the year changes.
It's amazing how we are all ego-maniacs in one way or another. We all think we're smarter, we all think that we know more, we think we can fuck better and give better head than the pornstars we call our peers. Yet, we still look for more...more positions and more condoms to make our lives better.
In the end, those things don't make it better and we keep wanting more. Never looking at what we have. We are all like woman, who have Orgasm Dysfunction...never fucking satisfied. When we can't get what we want, we become babies...we become infants carrying nuclear explosives and an issue of Playboy Magazine.
Are we happy? To qoute a man, who continues to inspire me even long after he's in hell: "That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen." - Charles Bukowski
The World is pissed at us, Karma is out to fuck us over, as God laughs at our desires and fetishes, because in the end; they don't matter. What a truly fucked up world we hide in...
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