I try never to care and never to try, avoiding disappointment thereby.
Though lately, since eating that secret cake, o’er-nothing dissatisfies.
Fortune’s flies congregate blithely around the shit pile of my life.
Suddenly, Choice fancies me like teen boys fancy sporty PE teachers.
Handwaving portals to counterfactuals whose harshing contrasts deride
What vines my barring, bar-lined porthole supplies, eroding the actual.
Choice is coy and happy
To lie
With me tonight.
Alchemisland 
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