
Dog FoodIt's always harder toward the end. You know what is happening but you pretend it's different. Of pain and lust. Always a loser. Always wanting more. No one's story is their own. We steal. In our nature. We create. Our survival. We don't own. We stand outside looking in and connect our bodies to strings. All we are. Writers. Directors. Artists and gods. All we are is flesh and bone. Both useless. Dog Food.Dog Food by ~Jigsaw-Feeling-19