Three Lines... Ok, maybe a little bit more!

I feel a little bit like Zorba! I want to eat cherries, a whole bunch of them. I'll keep swallowing them, a hundred at a time, until my stomach explodes and I vomit out my Addiction. But after that, I have to eat some more; just to get rid of my Fear of Addiction...

Struggling once again with my thoughts, wandering the mists of the in-between... I'm so sick of compromises and half solutions... The fight must be settled and my role must be set; A God Poet or a Preying Wolf, it makes no difference whatsoever; what mystical shape my fictitious Life will take.

The hell with Freud and his damn insecurities...