What if there were no moral prohibitions
And you could do what you wanted
No consequences, no risks, no secrets
Simply
Plowing headlong through barriers
Wallowing in sheer physical pleasure
Entertaining any and every fantasy
No self-government, no rule of any kind
Everything saccharine, frothy, sensational
Of course, nothing would get done either.
Self is a terrible master
and a very regretful slave.
Lamar Howell's Weblog 
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