my mortality sickens me.

the countdown begins as soon as we are born: time ticking the moments away, ushering children through adulthood, toward old age and death. the human body is frail and pathetic; supseptible to hunger, disease, thirst, love, jealousy- weakness basically. i hate weakness. i swear that was one of the first things god created. first was time, then came weakness. soon after hate, murder, the p.e. program, and rape followed. then kittens. and icecream.

i'm not going to grow old. i refuse. simply refuse. to be so dependent and hanicapped..thats not appealing at all. flesh hanging from brittle bones, vision deterierating as eyes cloud over, all the while losing touch with reality as memories and thoughts are difficult to be recalled or retailed! that isnt living at all.

its settled. im growing young. with my puppy.