Sometimes, life deals you two aces. I’ve been dealt three. I folded. Can you still be one that stays when the words make you fold? When the the water begins to stream down the sack, and breaks your back, one must know, one must always know how to lose. Winning comes with losing; losing comes with the knowledge that you are destined to lose, that only winners win, but losers always lose, because everyone is a loser, and losers always lose. Can losers win? Yes, but at a price. Losers are the ultimate epitome of what some call to Tragedy of Losers. They lose. It’s as simple as that. However, there is a huge history of losers being able to win. Yes, there is. Because those people are not losers, they were losers. You are a loser until you win, but winning does not make you a winner, it just contradicts the Tragedy Of Losers. Everyone loses. Deal with it.
The next subject can make anyone cry. Yes, it makes you cry too. Now cry.
When the sights align, there is the determining of the fate, the fate of everything that sits on the Earth. Everything that does not sit on the Earth is determined by the alignment of the other sights, the sights that are beyond our reach yet burn us, scorch us until we flash. Flashing away is the main skill of a human being. No one flashes away now. We have grown the largest, strongest empire since the dawn of life, but we can’t flash. There is nowhere to flash. Everything on Earth is inherently doomed. Now cry.
This is called the Tragedy of Must. Must rhymes with lust, because l is that much more appealing than m. But the Tragedy of Must appeals only to tradegies, not the wall that shakes when you slam it against another wall, but the book that flies into pieces when you sob into the dirt at the feet of your head. Okay, ok key, ok, kk, k, whatever you wanna say, let’s stop this ranting, and start the crying.
