I do often wonder: Have I taken too much, and not given enough? In general, am I honest enough? Has my klepto-phase extended beyond petty theft? In the church parking-lot yard-sale, did I ask for too much of a bargain? Do I barter too much with the poor man selling paperbacks for singles?
How could anyone expect the whole world to eat only plants, when flesh and blood has been so powerful for so long? You know, some vegans expect people to change like that. You know, some don't.
I get so angry when people call harm reduction defeatist. Harm reduction calls shots like how they are. It does not lie about quickness. It doesn’t exaggerate its capacity to change at the drop of a hat on a dime.
Even if we all got famous tomorrow, I’d keep forgetting who's who. We’d all plumb forget, and have to start all over. Once everyone is a celebrity, no one is a celebrity.
YOU DON'T KNOW ME. You’ve only read about me!
Pandora's always tellin me, “I should’ve known, I should’ve known.
Did Macintosh make their logo the silhouette of a bitten apple on purpose? Like, was it a joke? A joke with me as the butt of it, because they didn’t know what they were getting into either?
Adam would’ve shown up naked and red-handed if I hadn’t been heaven-sent to forage that day.
Don’t Cry. I’m Sorry.
I am the scapegoat, the reasoning with which you justify all mistakes. Take comfort in that.
I’m the faultline of a fable.
Something from which you can learn. Take comfort in that. I'm a scentless full-figured bod. snakecharmer69@íDen.edu:
I knew, I had known.
I knew all along that it’s better to know a devil well
than to meet him for the first time again.