adapting to the box
it's amazing how easily one adapts to a 2 x 2 dwelling. when i watch the detainees, all proud of their new homes, cleaning, dusting, folding, boasting about their new homes i feel an emotion that is hard to describe.
then i come home to my 2x2 dwelling and smile that i am "home"
human beings are interesting characters. that sense of pride, of owning or occupying a space in which they can place their belongings, have people over to share their space and sit in their own area or territory.
animal pride, animal instinct, animal behaviour.
i am an animal like a lion
what animal are you?
sometimes i feel like a zebra. shy and quick to run away when i get spooked. kind of like a horse only save for the patterns on my hide. would you still love me if i had patterns on my hide and allowed you to see them from behind the thicket?
i watch the government workers at meal times. loading up their plates, coughing on food stuffs. i wonder if a pre-requisite for hiring these people is : MUST BE SLOTH or SLOTHISH (tick here)
the size of their arses also captivates me. the scrutinise me for working out instead of eating muffins with them.
i am not a fatist i am just not sympathetic.
i suppose what they harbour in pain/social outcast behaviour via food in mouth i harbour in pain via stomping on treadmills.
but they are all married, have partners, etc. i am torn between two options of martial arrangements concerning them. 1.) they are heavily involved with/in the practice of being on the receiving end of a "feeder" relationship
2.) to be large is to be happy and allows you to easily obtain a life partner (or as long as you both shall live with pending diabetes/potentially deadly heart dis-ease)
i am jealous. confused. i have spent such a portion of my life toning, eating healthily and grooming/manicuring myself to please my own eyes, that of my partner/s, etc and wake up alone (save for the guests).
at the end of the day, however, i would rather be alone then tossing up between a big mac and a whooper with my other (heavy) half at the cross roads of hungry jacks and maccas on a sunday night date night.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh...........
im going to try focus on something else.
then i come home to my 2x2 dwelling and smile that i am "home"
human beings are interesting characters. that sense of pride, of owning or occupying a space in which they can place their belongings, have people over to share their space and sit in their own area or territory.
animal pride, animal instinct, animal behaviour.
i am an animal like a lion
what animal are you?
sometimes i feel like a zebra. shy and quick to run away when i get spooked. kind of like a horse only save for the patterns on my hide. would you still love me if i had patterns on my hide and allowed you to see them from behind the thicket?
i watch the government workers at meal times. loading up their plates, coughing on food stuffs. i wonder if a pre-requisite for hiring these people is : MUST BE SLOTH or SLOTHISH (tick here)
the size of their arses also captivates me. the scrutinise me for working out instead of eating muffins with them.
i am not a fatist i am just not sympathetic.
i suppose what they harbour in pain/social outcast behaviour via food in mouth i harbour in pain via stomping on treadmills.
but they are all married, have partners, etc. i am torn between two options of martial arrangements concerning them. 1.) they are heavily involved with/in the practice of being on the receiving end of a "feeder" relationship
2.) to be large is to be happy and allows you to easily obtain a life partner (or as long as you both shall live with pending diabetes/potentially deadly heart dis-ease)
i am jealous. confused. i have spent such a portion of my life toning, eating healthily and grooming/manicuring myself to please my own eyes, that of my partner/s, etc and wake up alone (save for the guests).
at the end of the day, however, i would rather be alone then tossing up between a big mac and a whooper with my other (heavy) half at the cross roads of hungry jacks and maccas on a sunday night date night.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh...........
im going to try focus on something else.
posted by Jelkie at 3:38 PM
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You are a Zebra.
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