Breasts and Eggs

People like pretty things. When you’re pretty, everybody wants to look at you, they want to touch you. I wanted that for myself. Prettiness means value. But some people never experience that personally.

Pretty faces, gorgeous skin. The sort of shapely breasts that anyone would kill for.

Beauty meant that you were good. And being good meant being happy. Happiness can be defined all kinds of ways, but human beings, consciously or unconsciously, are always pulling for their own version of happiness. Even people who want to die see death as a kind of solace, and view ending their lives as the only way to make it there. Happiness is the base unit of consciousness, our single greatest motivator.

I was young once, but I was never pretty. When something isn’t there, inside or out, how are you supposed to seek it out?

I was young once, but I was never pretty. When something isn’t there, inside or out, how are you supposed to seek it out?

But what’s it all for? Life is hard enough with just one body. Why would anyone ever want to make another one?

From birth to death, you have to keep eating and making money just to stay alive.

It feels like I’m trapped inside my body.

Life is tough, but you gotta keep living until you die,

“Life is tough, but you gotta keep living until you die,