Friday, June 10, 2005

Day No.40: Datsun of mine.

Mmm, I'm going bald. I can tell from the amount of people looking at that spot when I'm asleep in a transpot. This body of mine has a limitation to everything it does. The mind doesn't mind, but I wish it does. Look at those who thinks in a "leap of faith" mode. The mind inhibits the body and vice versa. Please don't do it to your children. I'm trying to figure a way to break free, but I need a certain death.

Certain things doesn't stop. People are procreating every second. Time doesn't. Nothing doesn't. Politics is alive and kicking. There's always a chance that some comet will inflict its will upon our rock and nothing else will matter, just like chocolate martinis.

I think we're animals' No.1 enemies. Wait, let me reiterate. We are animals' No.1 enemy. Nothing we will say and do will ever change anything. We simply don't understand their culture. Dogs are a bunch of kiss asses. Maybe it's just my POV.

You want freedom? Absolute freedom? Do this: No name, no address, no friends, no job. Having nothing is everything. It's not that hard.