Often I feel nothing for the masses of the messes that surround me but occasionally, occasionally, for the ones I care about, I feel pity. I almost want to tell them all what the deal is: what the plan is but I can't. Instead I'm stuck harmonizing this role of medocracy. But as my social interaction skills have once again evolved to fit my camelon skins new environment, I will once again be able to laugh at the fools who buy my every day lies. The charade I am forced to wear imitates the destructive and cruel reality I wish to distribute amongst the inhabitants of this world and if possible, other worlds too. However, like a fool, new to the game, I didn't read the rules. The brave new world for which I am destined to inherit and control doesn't have a weak spot for immature bureaucracy and hate as a shield for emotional diversion.

Another day spent analyzing this hole in my soul.
Drugs and other home remedies have failed to do their job in filling in the cracks.
My eyes still see the same misery & my heart still beats absent of any rhythm.
Lately I've been teetering on the edge of blissfully dumbness or extremist ideological philosophical insights;
not only into the sesspool I call psyche, but in the gutter we call life.
The poisons that pump through me have begun to show their entry points and I'm keen on figuring out away to systematically remove these feeding tubes of hate.

A quick intro, since apparently, I must be doing this:

I wrote this the other day on the back of piece of garbage I found on a street corner, with a crayon I found in a play ground. Enjoy... If that's the correct word?

Drawn from the depths of unconscious behaviors,
the tragedy is verbally chizzled out, onto paper
where there it must remain; taking on the charade of stone.
Once heard it can;t be unheard; my fingers bleed this biography.
Never been one to drizzle in the simpliness of life,
but as of late I've been walking slower & smiling bigger.
My social integration needs to be reconstructed.
I drag my betrayals like shackled chains.
Never will I feel free or light enough to swim to a shallow shore
Taking with me, nothing but a contagious erosion of misfortune.
All smiles near me turn scornful whenever I express my desires.
Oh how I long for those loathsome and lonely days, when
my biggest worry was nothing more than a dateless Friday night.

I'm nothing more than an interpreter. I can make ugly beautiful & devilish pure. The pictures I'm able to paint aren't with colors or swirls, my brush is a pen & the paint is the ink.

Damn ye mortals, if we angels could have our own way we'd tie your limbs up with heavy iron chains. Sweep you into demise, not fill you with hopes and dreams.

Humans think they're Gods' creation, yet; they be nothing more than vessels and tools of His and Satan's personal battle. The faithless remain here on Earth, time and time again, to dwell and stew in their own torturous devices.

One of which is language and symbolism. Oh such a cliche to have to live in that silly arrangement.

To always speak in unison, to always have every symbol mean the same to everyone.

But, touche on the subject that they have the option to open the door to Father. To bring down the ladder from Mother Nature and once again unite in the basement of Nirvana, simply, by absorbing and accepting the light.

"Approximately three people die every year from brushing thier teeth in the U.S."

-This is Julie, Julie woke up late today due to a complication with an alarm clock. Unfortunatly for Julie, today is the day of her big interview with the new law firm in town. As Julie checks her hair, making sure that every strand of strategicaly placed hair was in its place, she realizes that she didnt have time to brush her teeth this morning. Which would explain the fine bits of ribs wedged in between her front two teeth. Julie quickly pulls out her emergency toothbrush from her purse and begins the process.
meanwhile up the raod a while, a truck has broke down, and traffic is merging to the left. An unaware Julie is trasnfixed with the image of perfect teeth and doesnt realize that she was supposed to turn.

In the last few years,
many things have changed.
Feelings and opinions,
love and hatred.
I never used to notice
many things.
Nature, trees, beauty,
love, family, anything.
I took it all for granted,
now it's begging to leave.
Can you blame it?
Tonight's the first night
I noticed in years,
I noticed the sky had stars.
My bones are aching,
and my mind is begging
to let me fall asleep,
to rest for eternity.
All of these emotions are too much,
and they leave me wondering
when exactly was it,
that I started to care?

The suitable material was used in most Japanese TV news today.

by the way although talk change, this morning. the worst. severe abdominal pains and diarrhea. Natural consequences of its own deed. After fast for three days, I ate(sashimi and many Chicken) and drunk(Nihonshu. Alcoholic 16%) too much. I should have read the fast book carefully. But now I was cured all right. This sense is similar to the revival from a hangover.

Next. I am going to fast from the daytime on Thursday this week. Next. I will begin to eat from buckwheat noodles(hot Soba). In order that an organ does not become panic.

And Nightmare of the day further. This.

-The lump of the white worm which exists only in the virtual world of wriggling on a cold silver metal piece and that it was dyed the color of blood for a while.-

A Bug's Life of this Pixar class is in good earnest, and I want you to carry out it only into a dream.