on second thought

I was walking in the prison yard, again, as my parole hearing date approaches, I have been afforded additional privileges- and I came upon these two feathers, and just as I was contemplating the freedom a bird's feather symbolizes, and taking this sighting as a sign - that I must be paroled, I must fly free. I could now see clearly that without freedom, existence is an opaque experience.
I took a few more steps, and I suddenly saw a lot of feathers strewn all over the yard. it appeared that our winged friend put up pretty good fight, before he was eaten - right there in a grizzly testament to what freedom really is about. I imagine there is another pile of him somewhere else where his digested remains were shat out eventually. I built a small cairn in his honor and then puked.
My furry little nuts and ass tell me that freedom is just another word for "get ready to be eaten alive...against your will." Freedom - no thank you.

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