Escape Predictability of Life For the last 2 years I have been planning my escape from the predictability of life. It is working. I have fucked up my life beyond recognition. I have sold my houses. Sold my cars. Sold my possessions. Gave away my fine china, tables, chairs. All of it I gave away for freedom from the predictability of life. I threw a wrench in the coggery of machinery of thrown life. Thrown life, like a piece of meat is thrown to the dogs to feast on I was thrown into life itself to be the rugged doll, thrown like a plaything for machinery. And I am still there. Nothing has changed. I only gave up my right to claim my life to have any meaning. I have volunteered to disband my construction of predictable reality. Lovely. Lovely.... And now for my final moment of triumph I will stop speaking... stop speaking english and start speaking another language... I will take on expressing myself in another way of vomiting... not in english but in another language. - I will now vomit language incomprehensible to myself. Lovely. Lovely... The freedom to create to say I love you just like that, invented way of saying I love you... - Yes. I love you.  ¶ 2:42 AM