Rebuild

There's no point in crying, fix yer own damn problems. Least that's what I tell myself as I freeze and do nothing.

Probably the more fascinating thing we do as adults whom are able bodied and capable, have some semblance of intelligence. We freeze.

Something I've been thinking about as I'm trying to solve my own problems, as my time gets shuffle to others and I freeze. I think if I had the right mind I'd capitalize on my looks and just start some sorta sexual career. But that seems boring and a cop out, also who actually is paying for these pornstars and by the sound of it, no one. Being an erotic artist is much for fun. Being a Dom is the illusion of fun. I think those chicks lie and keep up the illusion and the stereotype of domination.

Something to think about, as I see the numbers drain from my bank account, as the job market feels dire, and I recall several stories of dystopia, how all the worlds feature heavy prostitution, gambling and surveillance.

I finally understand how those worlds got that way. What we're living now is the transition into the future.