Some day a pyrrhic victory, really still is a victory.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
We are all a part of the same compost heap. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
You are not your bank account. You are not the clothes you wear.
You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your bowel cancer.
You are not your Grande Latte. You are not the car you drive.
You Are Not Your Fucking Khakis!
I quit yesterday, and gods it felt good. I'll worry about "reality" monday, but for now I'm free.
-C-
We are all a part of the same compost heap. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
You are not your bank account. You are not the clothes you wear.
You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your bowel cancer.
You are not your Grande Latte. You are not the car you drive.
You Are Not Your Fucking Khakis!
I quit yesterday, and gods it felt good. I'll worry about "reality" monday, but for now I'm free.
-C-