L A U S K A U S
I take comfort in my vices. It’s the only thing that keeps me going. There is no one else to sooth me, to calm, to give me safe harbor. If I crave booz, so what? If I smoke a joint, who cares? If I pop a pill…or a hooker, or even a housewife, what’s the difference? Let me be. I don’t have a virgin mary or a mother theresa to save my soul. It’s too late and frankly I don’t care. It is My self destruction, it is my Own disillusion. It is my garden of sin so don’t come tromping in with your heavy boots and expect that you will save me. I don’t require salvation. Move along. Find another lost soul who might ask directions to shelter, I am not looking. I have mine. Label me a lost cause and move along. Shake your head in disbelief, but bear no sadness or regret. You do not owe me a thing and I expect nothing. You are not your brother’s keeper and I am not your brother. Move along.
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