I 'd like to claim a lot of things, insanity, for example; or maybe France. My initial thought is that through the former, I'd gain freedom from retribution, but that it may in the end lead to losing that freedom to a life of force-fed thorazine and more restraints than the busiest Fetish Night in memory; less the flashy spikes and black leather. As far as the latter; I mean, I'm down with The Louvre, and all the Champagne would be nice, but I question whether or not it would be worth the stereotypical stigma of being short, having a bad moustache and being mean to foreigners.I think for now I'll just stick with responsibility for a fair bit of poems, songs, and artwork; the occasional brain cramp, a living room that smells of coffee around Noonish on weekends, a mid-sized collection of varied bourbon bottles, a fireplace full of ashes and a poker with a half melted handle. --Oh yeah; and this page.I put in the standard 80 a fort-night for a faceless machine; Damn The Man, Long Live The Man. I don't resent it, (aside from the alarm at 5:40 am) on the contrary, I'm glad that it allows me to meet the demands of independence and being an adult *-heh-* but still funds and fosters irresponsible mayhem and a host of incredibly fun, really bad ideas, with a few good ones as suitable punctuation.
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