Things that are just bound to be correct, comedy, art, law, songs, you really can, do a lot, you can gain so much, just by staying, within these boundaries, they could be sin, from within, an unsightly eye, but to most of the world, it would be correct, so tell your joke, fuck that girl, within the boundaries my friend, there’s no need to sin, rise above, they’re like stairs, so easy, why complicate it, why yearn for something, outside your reach, why even bother, to criticize a priest, that volleyball coach, there's all sorts of tasty peaches out there, a lot of meat to poach, I wonder how far I can go, I’ve cheated before, I’ve done a lot of disgusting things, and for the most part, they were all allowed, a lot of things did fall through the cracks, mistakes to be corrected, a taste of wine, something that has passed me by, I’m just waiting for the emotions to rise, then jump, steal, conquer, I’m willing to do many things, there’s many things, on which I’ve set my eye, I’m also willing to move on, to settle, what would it be like, to be a panther, maybe I’ll be a necromancer, digging up my mistakes, lets commit them, again and again, I really have to live with them, I wonder if they’ll come back to haunt me, how much will I have to pay for, everything is something, I doubt they’ve been erased, from god’s memory, that guy has a personality, I’m not sure if he likes the things I’ve been doing, what is his plan for me, will he guide me out of here, or have I been abandoned, doomed to let entropy take everything, like a cow to slaughter, are you with him or are you food, I don’t know, but maybe I’d like to lose, dammit, I still have to publish that book.

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