Sunday, July 3, 2011

she is a playground with no children

Rules my dear, I guess by my success, are meant to be busted open. Makes sense I hope?
No not really! I'm confused, I don't understand.
What I'm trying to say is, fundamental rules maintain that rigidity, it's a good kinda stiffness, kinda. What I mean is by breaking a rule in the right way you might end up fucking things up severely. So by breaking a rule you end up really stirring the pot.
What pot?
Ah, the world is an oyster just waiting to get cooked!
Cooked?
You know, waiting to have things done to it that it did not seem like it was designed to have done to it, the world is here to be busted. Mother nature is rule number one, and she's a slut, malleable, testable, because she's dependable.
I'm a woman! Do you think I should be busted!
Ha, yeah, right! You are a girl, that means you're already broken, you're here to teach me how to break myself by distancing myself from nature. 
How do I do that?
You control my soul.
oh.
But I eat your heart.
yeah but I abort you unborn child.
yeah and I eat it.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

kill yourself!