control

so the security guard was bragging about the state of the art security of his building...bragging as well about what a great security guard he was...meanwhile...3 feet away... i was behind a plant...pissing away at my convenience... as his mouth continued to flap...urine continued to meander past his left shoe...we have no control...just the illusion of control...the stream of life flows where ever in the fuck it desires...we either go with it...or fight against it...exhausting ourselves as we go...luv stu