Licentious

I'm really hoping at this point that the cd player has adequately learned what I want it to do, and is going to do it. If I have to go program it again, I will not be happy. Wow. It did. I have to say I am impressed.

Suddenly, my soul is uplifted. It deserves a volume.

I picture a man dressed in a black cloak standing above me with an implement of death, ready to slash into my heart, exclaiming, "YOU! should not be here!"

And I say thank you. I have known it all along, and yet there is something in my nature which resists the temptation to implement the tool fatally.

Sometimes, I have to ask, "WHY?" And I know that this fails to be an important question in the grand scheme of things, but I still must ask this so unimportantly.

Why do I feel sick from the moment I wake until sleep?