My old flame called me. She's pregnant. She sounds like a mother now. The cynicism has drastically waned. Strange, she used to say that she would never have kids only just a year ago. Now she sounds so content, so full of purpose. I envy that. If another life were growing inside of me it would surely burrow through my stomach with it's little razor talons. It would feast on my soft organs, burst through my ribcage, and spread it's magnificent membranic wings.
elastronauto:
down with soft organs! up with hard organs!
acheron:
then the dalai lama is a very right-on sorta man.