perfect life.

i was born with a defect which can never be cured.
unable to decide what to read, what to jot down, etc.

it's not that possible to have a perfect life.
a perfect day is easier to achieve, perhaps. Mr. Lou Reed had a perfect day, with the company of substances.

but a perfect life?

well, define perfect first.
it's an unhealthy illusion to think that life shall be perfect.

oh for christ's sake, it's merely the title of an album, so why bother?
then again, hamlet would have been bothered and have a dialectic inner self conversation.
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at the end of the day, i still need a bit MCR to pick up a little.