Sunday, 25 November 2007

Forbidden Dilemma

This spring I was writing about choosing. And bombs. Red and blue wires to cut. Which is the right one?
History repeats itself. The difference is there's no choosing this time. The colours will blow me up. I don't have any control. Now there's C, who made angels & clowns out of me in the last months. But here's D also and the animal instinct. And they definitely seem to be into flies.
But they're both hooked up. So, that's not even a dilemma. Someone has to unfuck the situation.