Nonsense

Sometimes an eraser is the best part of the story.

Memory is unreliable and knowledge too jaded by experience.

A shit party of meaningless run on sentences is sure to get under way without so much as an invitation.

Once upon a time I fucked. Thing is – no one cares. Everyone has a once upon a time and everyone has fucked or been fucked. Exit and entry don’t matter.

For all that time spent trying to do the right thing you’ll eventually be met with doing the wrong thing for the right reason. Here again exit and entry don’t matter.

Called myself an artist and sketched a picture of God. At my deathbed He laughed and said I suck at realism. Course no one saw Him except me and He was right cause symmetry is a great antidote to man’s crooked ways.

I don’t remember what it felt like to believe in freedom, equality, heaven and happily ever after. Seems to me a call for Good but here again exit and entry don’t matter.