It is not easy being human. We are casts that came from moulds that are so perfectly set, that the cracks rarely emerge. We are fired and tempered under conditions that are so quintessential that we automatically, eventually, resign to the informality of unerring raunchiness. It happens inevitably, for the wet clay when it is incarcerated, is constantly compelled to stir. so I am still....
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