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Happiness head wound.

it is still amazing how people can surprise you, whether through their benevolent authority, or perhaps even through the malevolent brandishing that sinister elder experience that wisdom has enlightened throughout the many years of life… there are terrible things few can tolerate or call okay, and not have some lasting negative impact on the mind’s eye, a jealous fascination with the excitement in its vilest forms… whatever we do we seem compelled by the repetitious action to guide us to our destination, a helpful quality but a false one to invest all one’s energy into, and people will drive you insane unless you have the infinite patience necessary to deal with the insecure… we all seem to need pattern to live by, some pastiche in an interconnected series of circuits linking information with movement, and at the same time hitting that emotional core that many people would rather choose to deny or ignore… the social institutions have been corrupted into making these decisions for culture, but that never stops the leaders who need to be followed as much as the followers need to be lead, no matter how stray the bullet from the gun it is… the ideas are there to make right the balanced and fair system, but it means that people of all varieties would have to unite in an insurmountable fashion that denies the under-handed and the exploitative measure, that means no one can stay passive even though recognition of that those states are vital to being at all… some complexity protrudes from the organ which i call a brain, this projected something is where i am left standing with imagination to my right and the hastily quicksilver critical faculty to my left, and the internal conflict wells up like a fount to express in random symbols hurled to face those demons full-front… this is my why i write, and though i have seemed to slack off in respect to my work, i still take great pride at advancing the plots and details when i can… you might say i have too much to work on, but honestly i think i still get far too distracted by the every day, even as the odds seem to stack in my favor i still have to realize there is a fine line… to cross over into the oblivious is foolish to say the least, but to give up hope of return from the unknown is naive and uncalled for, there are strong examples all around us what we can accomplish through persistence… that is where the sinister forces-that-be try their damnedest to restrict the strays to specific places where they would possibly make the least impact felt, it sounds kind of paranoid, but it really only would have taken a handful of determined and fat wealthy individuals at a key placement in time gone by to change the way this world works… either for better or for worse, the impact is still felt, and the ripples eventually shift through the masses we all comprise on its way to becoming concrete reality… the web of intrigue built steadily as the rest of the world weaved and changed itself, and even these minor displays of power were sending more sediment collecting to the bottom, as the money rises to the topmost with the sludge getting progressively thicker as more get engulfed by it… however, the wealth will fall as the weight and responsibility topples the vultures with their gold watches and customized cars, and the great evening out will pull and fumble with a mighty reach… the vapid and useless fallen by the wayside…

Thanks, khet.