If God could make a mistake, it would be me. I don't think that God would make an obvious mistake (if He made them), but rather the kind of mistake I would represent. I don't think the Down's kid or the disabled guy represent the type of mistake that I do. No, not at all.
I am a fool.
A disaster of neurotic proportion.
I offer a semblance of normality, hiding a pit of failure.
You wouldn't want to get too close, you might fall through the thin layers and lose yourself.
I am an unfullfilled dream.
I am the unintended consequence.
A dung heep, if you will.
I am of the surrender monkey of life.
I am the guy who talks a passable game, but lives in the gutter.
I am the wino that promises he won't use that dollar for cheap wine, then does.
I am PPP, if you get my meaning.
I am a fool.
They say that God doesn't make mistakes. And I believe them. So what happened to me.
Sometimes I wish God would flush the toilet and just be done...
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