Friday, March 05, 2004
Ho hum, bubble gum, what will I do the kingdom comes? The market, the market, is my ticket out. I choose it over the races. 'I choose you,' and he pointed his long, narrow, crooked finger at the fair maiden blushing scarlet in the back.
I've never been fast enough to race for my money. I plod too slowly at the start, though now as I gather steam... And all I needed is the stomach to make that awful leap of trust. In oneself. In nothing. That we all will die. A faithful leap of certainty in what has to be the most uncertain.
But it must be done to get out of this drawl...
Not that I'm a yokel. I hear they're high in cholesteral. Is that evil? If i join your club do I get a free cheese grater with my purchase? All these questions, everywhere, lining up like an army. That we all will die.
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