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January 10, 2009

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Warren

An itch can lead to a wound and still we scratch it. Holding back a seething intensity, we finally succumb, and itch again with greater fervour, avarie and elation. Until we notice we make the injury worse then take a kicking of shame from our super-ego. Gluttony in part is self styled masochism.
Well acquainted with gluttony, I unwittingly stumbled across a way to moderation in an attempt not to procrastinate. From now on, i say to myslef, its a single coffee, a single cigarette, a slice of cake with a greater gradient as i cut the angle. A way to moderate intake then get back to work, rather than linger and wallow. I am jealous of those who are naturally disposed to the moderate life.
Yet gluttony, if we read its 'Marcus Aurelius' in its simplicity is inverted o.c.d, it has no similitude. The obsession to order and control meets masochism and becomes a zahir.

blahfeme

that's not the point of this post: it's a joke

Warren

Joke: yes, that's why I offered a heavy peppering of self parody in the comments, probably wasn't successful!

blahfeme

Ah... sorry. My mistake.

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