As you like it

 

or not

still, presenting: The queen of misguided ideas and decisions gone wrong, wearing an iridescent black designer gown draped with bad luck-In three acts with no beginning and a few endings

Dripping mistakes.

But it’s fine.

She will figure things out.

She will make it happen.

She always has.

She always will.

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(Worst case scenario:) She has to come to terms with humanity (the world) and herself. She dislikes physical pain and the idea of suicide, so she will have to automatically enforce a self-like-mode. She’ll live with herself so much that eventually she’ll have to accept all of her personalities and their sole body. She’s starting to be socially autistic anyway, so if she needs love in her life she can substitute any eventual epic fail just by loving what she already has. Now the first matter – liking or at least accepting humanity as it is/will soon be – well, that basically regards people and money. In a consumer society she has to ask herself if the money invested can lead up to at least a decent profit. Well I say that buying a gun certainly is a good deal, considering that after using it she will not have to pay for accommodation for the rest of her life. Nor for food as a matter of fact. And once she has become a mass murderer people… well people will just divide into visitors and audience. It’s almost the worst thing she can do (in the eyes of the world), no one can ever say or expect her to be any better than that, no more struggling, no more pretending, no more holding on to the one bit of mental sanity afloat on the surface, no more pushing limits and definitely knowing where everything is going – out in the open with a loud bang (well, hahha, actually with more). The end of the fight. A bitter sweet surrender, but not the final act.

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because all the world’s a stage

and all the men and women merely players

they have their exists and their entrances

and one man in his life plays many parts

his acts being seven ages

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last scene of all

that ends this strange eventful history

is second childishness and mere oblivion

sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything

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This is all practice.

None of this matters.

She is just warming up.

~ by Joyce Hart on November 26, 2010.