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The surety of uncertainty is what spices up my day. One never knows where the axe will fall next.

All one knows is that it will fall, as inexorably as a meteor earthbound.

Defeatist I might be called. The few victories I've tasted are all the more scrumptious.

It's like a dinner seasoned by hunger.

Love and hunger, lust, hate and fear. Rage, bewilderment, and desire. Reason and lunacy, memory and oblivion.

All built inside a skin.