Biological machines
Is monogamy such a strange concept, is it like a whale stranded in the high street, is it a ghastly kind of twisted magic, in which we pretend to be beyond it all while acting like Rabbids in our fantasies masturbating furiously but alone. Are we really alone in it all anyway, alone in a genetic drive for this biological machine with a greater willpower than our own.
And again the time between clearing and cleaning after the meal and an early night seems to have wobbled and warped with the aid of the television and turned the early into a late, and so tomorrow will be sticky and mean, if only I had more discipline.
