Day No.314: Again, it comes around.

I wake up to see God. I think I created him. He pressed this button. Suddenly it went black. Then ... American Megatrends... Testing RAM...1024Mb... And it goes on. Only to see I've upgraded. Not bad. It has no brand. Maybe he listened and now there was no capitalism. There was a brand on my leg. It says, "Property of life." Either it owns us, or we have nothing. A terrible thought. Time owns us too. Shared property. At least it gave us infinite colours and the power to procreate. More bitterness and more sweetness. So many tastes. It tastes like chicken after a while. I wonder why people think that? Why do they go around sniffing other people's asses?

I'm back in my orange cell, only to have more colours than usual. The inmates I have met, the conversations, the hours. But as always, I will return. I know I have changed, but where is my mind?