I've been thinking lately, and that's a sure sign of trouble.  What's on my mind, you don't ask?  The same things that are on your mind, though you probably don't use your mind enough to realize there's shit sitting on top of it.  The shit in question?  God.  Mortality.  Sex.  Purpose.  Hair. 
    I like God.  He seems to be a nice kind of diety.  But I wish everyone would stop telling me how to talk with him and let the dude speak for himself.
    I don't want to die.  I have a lot of loose ends that I would like to tie up before I go.  However, if I was dead, it wouldn't really matter, would it?  (And that's the big question.  Would it?) 
    Sex.  It seems like an awful lot of work for very little.  Again, I wish everyone would just shut up and let me and sex work something out that doesn't involve belittling either of us. 
    I think I'm close to finding my purpose in life.  I just wish everyone would shut up and.... well, maybe I should go talk with everyone.  They seem to be the root of all this trouble, don't they? 
    I guess it doesn't really have anything to do with you, internetland.  You're not really connected to the real world.  I could write on you all I like and it wouldn't make one lick of difference in the day-to-day, non-binary, analog world. 











                Would it?