Logic loves me... things that are meant to happen to me all the time. I'm not a failure, I'm a fuck up. There is a difference. Not many people understand that they are all fuck ups. We're not suppose to be here, we're a freak of nature... Why?
Well it started out as a sexual act between celestial entities.. They were young and hardy. Both potent and energetic. They fucked vigorously but they were using condoms. It was how it was done. Preventing any kind of biological exchange was their way of avoiding the circumstances of life.
One night 15 billion years ago the contraceptive broke and all hell busted loose. The two were caught red handed by fate, fucking. This may have seemed a failure in hind sight but it wasn't. Fate knew they were destined to fuck up and that's why they weren't failures.
They had a baby. It's name was the universe. They stood along side it and watched it grow. They did everything in their power to protect it from failure. That of course caused more fuck ups... which were definite examples of fate playing her part. Failure was never an option until, until of course one of the two celestial entities decided to change. It wasn't that he no longer wanted to be there, it was that he could feel himself harden.
That was the only feeling he despised and he would have done anything to get rid of it. Fate offered him one way out and he took it. It was to fail his partner and leave their universe.
Now this was a failure and not a fuck up but not because of him.. it was because of fate. She knew about the way he was going to behave. It was all happening in her small lil universe in front of her. It was this microcosm of actions that she could relate too..
She watched the tiny reflections of herself in the matter in front of her. She knew that she would never be recognized by the tiny bodies of material and chemical composites that were floating around in her universe.
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