The Funnel of Fate

In life three things are certain ...death, taxes and the fact that most of your plans will crash and burn. What survives is mostly the plan-B that you thought were the last resort.You inevitably pass through that funnel of fate where all you are left in the end with, is what you could have got anyway.That funnel/tunnel is like a home to me now.

You start with the whole plan of plans. You cant help it...you gotta make a plan, coz if something goes wrong...you'll need the plan. But then you realise you wanted to be spontaneous...and before you know it...you'll be planning your spontaneity.So you start all over again,creating a vicious circle of plans.I hate plans!

But i do realise that my plans have never worked,especially in love.Everything you plan is ultimately a spontaneous co-incidence.My habit of imagining all the possible ways of glory somehow gets into my way of getting it.Maybe the forces of nature are telepathic, or maybe i think too much...either way i'm not getting the grape.

So where's the juice?. I guess is in the beaker that reads: "fuck the plan! Be spon-fuckin-taneous!"

hoo-aah!!!