Saturday, November 12, 2016

a thousand times

We're not so different, you and me. Parting paths with political platitudes.
Every human being is chasing what feels good to them. For some that's temperance. For others it's excess. Choose whiskey and be labeled an alcoholic. Choose faith and you're a zealot. Choose drugs and we call you an addict, love sports and you're a fanatic. Food a glutton, and money a success. What are you chasing? What's suppressed?
Vice? Virtue? I'll take mine by the gallon. Pour it down. I'm hollow.


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